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	<title>The Midnight Run</title>
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		<title>Show&#8217;s Over</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s finally here. A few weeks short of its fifth anniversary, The Midnight Run blog is finally and definitively no more.
A change of personal philosophy (and I mean this to its core) has led to its inevitable death, but I have no regrets about having had it.
Or putting it out of its misery.
To all my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.themidnightrun.com/index.php/archives/187</link>
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		<title>A Breeze, A Rustle and Nothing More</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My  alarm clock buzzed angrily for the nth time. I have awakened and slept again many times before that moment, but that time I resisted the temptation to hit the snooze button again. The angle by which the sun streamed through the windows told me that giving in to my wants was not the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.themidnightrun.com/index.php/archives/121</link>
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		<title>Unpacking Never Meant As Much</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It took me three days to begin unpacking my stuff.
Mom&#8217;s been bugging me to do it since I arrived so that my luggage would stop getting in the way. I&#8217;ve been dilly-dallying. And now I&#8217;ve come to stop and think why it took me so long to start.
Unpacking my stuff was a step farther from [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.themidnightrun.com/index.php/archives/56</link>
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		<title>13 Minutes After Takeoff</title>
		<description><![CDATA[13 minutes into my flight. 7870 miles to California. 3178 meters above the Pacific ocean. 
In this here and now, I mark the beginning of the rest of my life. 
Just this morning as the sun broke the night sky, I was having beer with my friends. Just this lunch time as the noon sun [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.themidnightrun.com/index.php/archives/40</link>
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		<title>The Moon &#038; Stars of the Coloradoan Sky</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At the time of this entry&#8217;s writing, my flight is 12 days, 23 hours, 21 minutes and 43 seconds away. I know, because I set my palm to do a count down. 
I&#8217;ve been walking and driving all day. My school papers are now in order, my dental appointment&#8217;s being set, my ticket&#8217;s been paid, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.themidnightrun.com/index.php/archives/32</link>
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		<title>Tuwing Umuulan</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have always had an inexplicable infatuation with the rain.
It was our choir&#8217;s turn to serve in the Friday mass. After dark and after the service, it rained. Hard. I love the sound of rain, the sweet smell of it drawing forth the earth&#8217;s warmth, and the cool, gentle breeze it carries.
We left church one [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.themidnightrun.com/index.php/archives/15</link>
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		<title>My Prayer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I pray for inner peace
For amidst the seeming calm of my daily life
There seethes beneath a turmoil I cannot begin to comprehend
And which is beyond my power to shape
I pray for inner strength
For the path ahead of me
Is rife with things that cannot change
And which leave me with much dread and uncertainty
I pray for integrity [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.themidnightrun.com/index.php/archives/9</link>
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