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		<title>Essay: Sessions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sessions, like surfers come in all shapes and sizes - but each is a part of the connective tissue that binds us to our past and our present. ]]></description>
		<link>http://chrisaguilar.com/?p=88</link>
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		<title>Essay: I Take it For Granted</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I take surfing for granted. It is a wonderful connection to my friends and family, but modern technology has made me forget how lucky I am just to be able to get myself into the water.]]></description>
		<link>http://chrisaguilar.com/?p=85</link>
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		<title>Poem: The Promise (wedding poem)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Promise   Today I will look at you with amazement that God could create such a thing of beauty, and more so that He would give me the gift of His love through your eyes.   Today I will dig deep within myself, put aside all of my yesterdays and look only into the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://chrisaguilar.com/?p=82</link>
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		<title>Poem: Space, Silence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Space, Silence There in the silence a single flame is left to burn, It erupts and then falls again into still more silence, A poet stands and recollects on a memory that will not let go, And that thought is born into a poem, All silence gives birth to heaven. In silence all things become [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://chrisaguilar.com/?p=75</link>
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		<title>Poem: Lament for Southern California</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lament for Southern California Another deep night in southern California, Trapped inside of Redondo Beach, Rap music echoing throughout the halls, Neighbors banging on the doors around me, I am solitude standing, Listening to the rhythm of people breathing, Taking in the scenes with all of my senses, I am alive, But half awake, Lost [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://chrisaguilar.com/?p=73</link>
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