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	<title>Manuscript Medics &#187; ernest hemingway</title>
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		<title>Quote of the Week</title>
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		<dc:creator>Allen Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[    A dream consists of little more than its setting, as anyone knows who tells a dream or hears a dream told:
    We were squeezing up the stone streets of an Old World village.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>    A dream consists of little more than its setting, as anyone knows who tells a dream or hears a dream told:<br />
    We were squeezing up the stone streets of an Old World village.<br />
    We were climbing down the gangway of an oceangoing ship, carrying a baby.<br />
    We broke through the woods on the crest of a ridge and saw water; we grounded our blunt raft on a charred point of land.<br />
    We were lying on boughs of a tree in an alley.<br />
    We were dancing in a darkened ballroom, and the curtains were blowing.<br />
                  – Annie Dillard</p>
<p>    In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road was bare and white except for the leaves.<br />
                 – Ernest Hemingway</p>
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