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	<description>Writings by Latter-day Saint Women</description>
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		<title>Hanging On, Letting Go</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 04:55:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kathryn Lynard Soper</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[WHY IS IT THAT we are born into the world with clenched fists and leave with outstretched fingers? This question from the Jewish Talmud rises in my mind as I consider the writings in this edition of Segullah. None of the authors wrote with its title in mind, yet the themes of gripping and releasing, of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Unspoken</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 04:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mendy Waits</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am brought back to reality on the fourth day home from my mission. My older brother, Wes, calls me to my mom’s bedroom. I find him and my mom sitting on the edge of the bed. My stomach twists. This conversation is not going to be comfortable. Mom hesitates; she’s trying to smooth out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thistle Valley</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 04:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melissa Dalton-Bradford</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[August 2007 To my husband, two-weeks after our Parker’s death Another trip to Manti Temple Postscript to Sailing to Manti (published in Segullah Summer 2007) We crawl through excavation: Splayed walls of striated fleshrock where water has ploughed this thorny gorge, where debris rots under tumbled planes of memory, upended and shuffled. A dam burst here. [...]]]></description>
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