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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.166 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Wed, 19 Jun 2013 08:46:45 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Rough Drafts (Rough Writing by Rick Mills)</title><link>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/</link><description>These are rough versions, often first drafts, of some writing I have done. It takes a great deal of time and effort to prepare a finished work but I want to share so much more than I have time to perfect. 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The trees are dense and travel is hard. He's been walking for days, weeks maybe. Looking down he notices the blood dribbling down onto his jeans through the rip on his knee. He'll need to clean that sometime soon, before it gets infected.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/rss-comments-entry-15107613.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Hand in Hand</title><category>Boy</category><category>Forest</category><category>Girl</category><category>Patients</category><category>Short Stories</category><category>Woods</category><category>love</category><dc:creator>Rick Mills</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 11:01:14 +0000</pubDate><link>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/2012/4/2/hand-in-hand.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">602298:11702647:15107545</guid><description><![CDATA[The little boy sits, leaning up against a tree on the edge of the forest. He looks out over the green fields watching the clouds float by, making up stories about them as he waits. He’s waited at the foot of the tree every day for a long time. He always sits under the same tree and looks over the fields waiting for the little girl to come. She never promised she would come meet him there, she said many times that she wanted too but he knew it wasn’t as easy as just walking there. She had a lot further to travel then he did, he knew that her journey was a lot harder than his; so he never asked her to come, he knew that she would if that’s what she choose.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/rss-comments-entry-15107545.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>A Little Girl Sits on a Tree Stump</title><category>Choice</category><category>Decision</category><category>Girl</category><category>Short Stories</category><category>Thinking</category><category>Youth</category><dc:creator>Rick Mills</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 11:00:38 +0000</pubDate><link>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/2012/3/19/a-little-girl-sits-on-a-tree-stump.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">602298:11702647:15106071</guid><description><![CDATA[A little girl sits on a tree stump on the edge of a park. The other kids are playing in the park; they swing on the swings or play tag on the jungle gym. The little girl seems to be quite oblivious to this though, she is lost in her own head.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/rss-comments-entry-15106071.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>The Morning Fear</title><category>Poems</category><category>fear</category><category>love</category><category>ocean</category><category>sailing</category><category>ship</category><category>worry</category><dc:creator>Rick Mills</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 12:00:56 +0000</pubDate><link>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/2012/3/5/the-morning-fear.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">602298:11702647:14000757</guid><description><![CDATA[My darling dear of the morning Fear
The ship she sways in the stormy waves
Bobbing like an apple in the deadly seas
You are away, several thousand miles away
Bobbing on the sea]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/rss-comments-entry-14000757.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Earth and Moon</title><category>Short Stories</category><category>dance</category><category>earth</category><category>life</category><category>love</category><category>moon</category><category>planets</category><category>space</category><category>tragedy</category><dc:creator>Rick Mills</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 12:00:13 +0000</pubDate><link>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/2012/2/20/earth-and-moon.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">602298:11702647:13261014</guid><description><![CDATA[In the beginning, the earth and moon were one. Separated by cosmic forces to be partners. Mother earth and Father moon, so in love, gave birth to many things. They influence each other as much as any two bodies could. For billions of years they held each other tight and danced, growing more in love with every turn.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://rickmills.ca/roughdrafts/rss-comments-entry-13261014.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>