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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>flow of the Afon</title><link>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><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><item><title>title-1924400</title><link>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/title~1924400/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:zeafon.blog.co.uk,2007-03-18:/2007/03/18/title~1924400/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 02:20:35 +0100</pubDate><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;</description><comments>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/title~1924400/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Genesis of [zeafon]</title><link>http://zeafon.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/genesis_of_zeafon~1919788/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:zeafon.blog.co.uk,2007-03-17:/2007/03/17/genesis_of_zeafon~1919788/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 10:05:37 +0100</pubDate><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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