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		<title>THE LION'S CUB</title>
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		<description>The thoughts of Cailla McDohmnail</description>
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			<title>Time Marches On</title>
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			<dc:creator>Cailla McDohmnail</dc:creator>
			<description>I wander around the Castle looking at the beauty it held with new eyes.  Things I had taken for granted now seemed more beautiful than ever.  My time at the Moors Castle has given me an appreciation for the art and artifacts I obviously had not 'seen' before.   I touch the tapestries with delicate fingers, knowing they were chosen and placed by my Mum and Da.  Ibbe and I make sure the long neglected vases are now filled daily with fresh flowers ...a talent the Queen taught me.

 

Dear, dear  ...</description>
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			<title>What do I do....</title>
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			<dc:creator>Cailla McDohmnail</dc:creator>
			<description>Tis late and I should be sleeping but I cannot.  I have not seen Byron in days and days.  Just when I thought our friendship was back , he ceases to call for me.  Tis so unlike the days of old when we would meet in a hallway or he would find me outside in the gardens.  We would sneak off and usually were not even missed!  Now he has someone following him day and night, seeing to his every need.  I guess one does not need friends when that happens.

 

Perhaps it is time to go back to the Isle.  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 00:25:18 GMT</pubDate>
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