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		<title>Saint Paul, at Saint Remy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 20:22:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I went to the asylum today, where you stayed for a year. I sat in the space of the reaper, between your bedroom window and the asylum wall. My name means reaper, I am the reaper of your harvest. I saw the low mountains with my own eyes, the Alpilles, and they really are shaped [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went to the asylum today, where you stayed for a year. I sat in the space of the reaper, between your bedroom window and the asylum wall. My name means reaper, I am the reaper of your harvest.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://gailsauter.squarespace.com/storage/Van%20Gogh%20Reaper.jpg"><img class="aligncenter" title="The Reaper" src="http://gailsauter.squarespace.com/storage/Van%20Gogh%20Reaper.jpg" alt="" width="450" height="354" /></a></p>
<p>I saw the low mountains with my own eyes, the Alpilles, and they really are shaped so strangely.</p>
<p>There were acres and acres of olive groves, and cypresses some hundred feet tall. Your hand has shaped that place for me.</p>
<p>I stood in your bedroom, and looked out your window. I felt your cool breeze, and heard your silent calm. I wrote for you, just as I dreamt for you last night.</p>
<p>The day was exquisite.</p>
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