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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/"><title>flow of the Afon</title><link>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>flow of the Afon</title><link>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/3c/e82129eca22f1b70223c9a15f85305_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/title~1924400/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/genesis_of_zeafon~1919788/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/title~1924400/"><default:title>title-1924400</default:title><default:link>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/title~1924400/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-03-18T02:20:35+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;:I've recently been reading &lt;em&gt;The Book Thief &lt;/em&gt;by Markus Zusak, one of the highest selling books lately.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When i read books i tend to think a lot of the author, and try to imagine what they were thinking when they wrote what i'm reading.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I always seem to imagine male authors as old balding men with little moustaches who live in suits in England and have a witty remark for everything.  These men intimidate me and make me feel like a hopeless writer.  That is why I was extremelly glad to find out that Markus Zusak was not one of these men. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  He's actually quite a looker &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1251407" title="zusak-marcus"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/407/1251407_57c3a21343_s.jpg" alt="zusak-marcus" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
He seemed like such a normal, fun guy. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; yeh, that makes me smile. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/title~1924400/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>:I've recently been reading <em>The Book Thief </em>by Markus Zusak, one of the highest selling books lately.</p>
	<p>When i read books i tend to think a lot of the author, and try to imagine what they were thinking when they wrote what i'm reading.  </p>
	<p>I always seem to imagine male authors as old balding men with little moustaches who live in suits in England and have a witty remark for everything.  These men intimidate me and make me feel like a hopeless writer.  That is why I was extremelly glad to find out that Markus Zusak was not one of these men. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0">  He's actually quite a looker <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1251407" title="zusak-marcus"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/407/1251407_57c3a21343_s.jpg" alt="zusak-marcus" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br>
He seemed like such a normal, fun guy. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> yeh, that makes me smile. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/title~1924400/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/genesis_of_zeafon~1919788/"><default:title>Genesis of [zeafon]</default:title><default:link>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/genesis_of_zeafon~1919788/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-03-17T10:05:37+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;In the beginning when Ceridwen created the words and the emotions and zeafon, zeafon was a formless void and blankness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from Ceridwen swept over the face of the screen.  Then Ceridwen said, "Let there be letters"; and there were letters.  And Ceridwen saw that the letters were good; and Ceridwen seperated the letters into bundles and voids.  Ceridwen called the bundles Words, and the voids Spaces.  And there were capital letters and there were periods, the first minute.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just as Ceridwen punctuated her last sentence, the thunder of the monster's footsteps began to pound in her ears and she knew that soon she would soon face.. gotta go..
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/genesis_of_zeafon~1919788/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>In the beginning when Ceridwen created the words and the emotions and zeafon, zeafon was a formless void and blankness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from Ceridwen swept over the face of the screen.  Then Ceridwen said, "Let there be letters"; and there were letters.  And Ceridwen saw that the letters were good; and Ceridwen seperated the letters into bundles and voids.  Ceridwen called the bundles Words, and the voids Spaces.  And there were capital letters and there were periods, the first minute.</p>
	<p>Just as Ceridwen punctuated her last sentence, the thunder of the monster's footsteps began to pound in her ears and she knew that soon she would soon face.. gotta go..
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