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	<description>Bits of fiction, news, and random thoughts from a guy named John.</description>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 14</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The sky was a brilliant orange. Shafts of hazy light filtered through the trees. Ethan&#8217;s forehead was beaded with sweat as he limped as quickly as he could. The reality of not finding camp before dark was hovering in the back of his mind like a thundercloud. He came to a little gully that was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/07/17/twisted-trails-chapter-14/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 13</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A heavy gust of wind sliced through the trees at the edge of the meadow. Ethan remained on his knees in the grass, half praying, half crying. He sat up and ran his fingers fitfully through his hair.
Camp has to be that way, he thought, pointing his eyes toward the setting sun in the west. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/07/11/twisted-trails-chapter-13/</link>
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		<title>Sweet West Jordan Home for Sale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My sister is selling her home in West Jordan so that she and her family can experience life on the East Coast. It&#8217;s a gorgeous home, with warm, rich tones everywhere you look and the most immaculately cared for yard you&#8217;ve ever seen.
Spread the word. It&#8217;s priced to move (because that&#8217;s what she really, really [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/07/02/sweet-west-jordan-home-for-sale/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 12</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ethan scrambled up and over three large fallen trees. The roots sticking up out of the ground were taller than Ethan. The little stream had washed away at the soil until these towering trees had nothing left to hold onto. It was probably nothing more than a gentle breeze that knocked them over.
As Ethan carefully [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/06/18/twisted-trails-chapter-12/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 11</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ethan’s head bobbed down and then snapped back up. He blinked several times and shook his head. The patter of the rain and the whooshing of the wind were terribly monotonous.
 I wish this storm would pass. I’ve got to get going. Mom’s probably really freaking out.
The longer Ethan sat, the colder he felt. His [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/06/06/twisted-trails-chapter-11/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 10</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ethan spotted the outcropping of rocks through the heavy rain. As he continued to limp down the hillside next to the stream, he kept glancing at a dark shadow underneath one of the largest boulders. The closer he got, the more it appeared like there was room to take some shelter underneath.
His sweatshirt was completely [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/06/04/twisted-trails-chapter-10/</link>
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		<title>Boy is it itchy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[

So, in a couple of weeks we&#8217;re going on a pioneer trek. I decided to try to grow some facial hair to really get into the part.
It&#8217;s only the second time in my life I&#8217;ve made such an attempt.
It&#8217;s wiry, scratchy, curly, and much more gray than I&#8217;d like to admit.
What do you think?

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		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/06/02/boy-is-it-itchy/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 9</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Vince cracked open a warm Coke. He swallowed the sweet fizz and let out a loud belch. His long hair was wet with sweat and he flipped it up out of his eyes.When he finished the soda, he smashed the can. Leaning back to throw the can into the trees, he paused and then lowered [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/05/28/twisted-trails-chapter-9/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 8</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The ankle was still throbbing but the pain had lessened somewhat. Ethan limped slowly down the hill.
From the top of the boulder field he had seen what looked like a break in the trees that created a distinct line. He had been sure that it was the trail he was looking for. But he had [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/05/23/twisted-trails-chapter-8/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 7</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Vince turned his Honda off the highway onto a dirt road marked with a large sign that read “For off-road vehicles only.” The ruts were deep and the Honda chattered viciously. Vince sped along, sliding in the loose gravel and mud.After a mile, Vince lost control around a bend and the Honda bounced over the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/05/20/twisted-trails-chapter-7/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 6</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Vince’s Honda sped right past the Ranger station at the entrance to the Uintah National Forest. Several signs had warned that any car parked anywhere within the forest must display a parking pass purchased at the Ranger station.
Stupid government, Vince thought.
The darkening clouds overhead gave Vince an odd comfort, like the tightly drawn curtains of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/05/15/twisted-trails-chapter-6/</link>
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		<title>We interrupt this story for tragic news</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some of you may remember this post from last August:

Once again, as I sat in the Saturday evening session of stake conference, I was profoundly impacted by the Spirit that was there.
One young lady who has received her mission call, spoke about the spiritual highs in our life. She shared an amazing quote from a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/05/12/we-interrupt-this-story/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 5</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Stephen Jacobs awoke with a start. He rubbed his eyes and looked around for his watch. He could tell from the light that he had fallen asleep for way too long. Certainly, Ethan hadn’t patiently waited outside the tent. He would have been banging on the tent walls or something to try to wake his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/05/08/twisted-trails-chapter-5/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 4</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ethan could see the map in his mind. He could see how the trail to the other lake ran along the far side of the campground and headed northeast up to a small lake.
We’d probably be the only people fishing that lake.
The lovebirds kissed again.
Ethan turned around on his rock. He looked at the trail [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/04/30/twisted-trails-chapter-4/</link>
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		<title>Twisted Trails, Chapter 3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After tying his favorite lure on his line, Ethan closed up his tackle box. He blew on his fingers which were plenty cold in the crisp morning air. The beautiful lake was a few dozen yards away through the trees. A fish leaped out of the water and Ethan heard it splash.
I’ve got to get [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://seejohnwrite.com/blog2/2008/04/24/twisted-trails-chapter-3/</link>
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