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		<title>The Unknown River</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 20:11:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I go to a secret place, alonem amd sit on a ledge above the canyon labrynth choked with brush. The numerous finger canyons remain unknown to most. In the summer, the heat soars into the triple digits. Winter is the best time venture in this area, because the Mojave Rattlers hibernate. It is rich with human prehistory. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/11/14/writing-from-the-gut/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:48:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I am traversing up a windy canyon, I can see all the footprints of the little creatures that dwell in that canyon. I see the clouds and the sun, and feel Earth&#8217;s awesome beauty. If I could find a way to dwell in this place forever, I would. In a dream, it came and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 16:37:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I dissapear into the aged mountains, I don?t miss dreadful cities filled with uncordial human beings who are too busy, too rushed to know what nature sounds like. The uncanny wild is waiting for me, almost calling me by name. My companions are the faceless shadows that wander the landscape. I am mortal, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/09/02/143/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 14:31:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[At two thousand feet above sea level, the desert?s a frying pan. Everything is sizzling in a mirage of buzzing locusts and deep blue sky. The sun glares on everything. In deep sandstone canyons, desert varmints can find some type of relief from the relentless heat under the cover of red rock cliffs. Right now [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/04/27/untitled-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 03:32:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Even though my sandals were worn out, I could not leave the red canyon behind. There was big cottonwood monsters in the river bottoms. The sand and air was warm. It was a frying pan, beneath the desert sun. The locusts buzzed like power lines, and the wind whipped those magnificent Cottonwoods. I even heard [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/04/18/untitled-4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 04:19:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The voice of the dust storm roars, as the sand pin-stripes the vehicles that glide through the desert. Down the blue highway, they move in a line, like UFOs. It is dusk, and the sun has gone to bed. All is quiet with the sand plummeting into my vehicle, running over the highway. I leave [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/02/16/untitled-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2005 02:58:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The clouds are like monsters descending upon the plateau, with shadows that blanket the landscape. The rain comes in February, in place of snow. When the desert is sweet, and quiet, nothing moves but the occasional wind. The sweet smell of rain mixes with fresh smells of Juniper, sage, and even the aromatic sand. I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/01/20/untitled/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2005 21:50:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the dark mansion of space I ponder the old ways of this world. Will we ever return? What are humans without? With every traffic noise and every humming car The silence remains there afterwards. A silence greater then humans. The pine tree quietly waits, the forest is waiting. The mountains keep covered secrets. There [...]]]></description>
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