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		<title>starfish</title>
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Run away. Sprint from this place, to a better place. A 100 meter dash from the rubble to the Ritz. A race from distortion to gem stone. A scenario unusual in so many ways. A race that allows me to run back to the start. A race that has routes that will never take me [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1692&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>brother can you spare a dime?</title>
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Wealth. A currency that transforms from Sterling to Euros. From Euros to Dollars
Wealth. Rich in a currency that transforms from faith into blessings. From hope into joy.
A choice, on earth to invest wisely. A soul bank deposited with diligence and wisdom from within my heart.
Real wealth is transferable from earth to heaven, anything else is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1690&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/brother-can-you-spare-a-dime/</link>
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		<title>Thursday</title>
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My relationship with those outside of my family home? Good friends and not so close friends? acquaintances and comrades? Buddies and true friends? In some ways this too like so much of the space in between humanity has been distorted. So many true aspects have been shoved in a wardrobe, forgotten in a drawer, left [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1688&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/12/thursday/</link>
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		<title>five-a-day</title>
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In word. In love. By demeanour. In faith. With Integrity.
A position, taken up when I was born maybe before. A position that needs to guarded, not in a defensive manner but in an expression of humanity. I could leave. I could relinquish my position to a decaying landscape. I could retire to a warmer, dryer, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1686&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/11/five-a-day/</link>
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		<title>who</title>
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Man and woman created as an image of Him. Not separate but in unity they become a whole representation of Him. The aspects and virtues that come into focus a reflection of the aspects of a trinity that breathes and moves in 2009 as much as it does in 9Ad.
Equal, made to reflect the entire [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1684&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/who/</link>
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		<title>trainspotting</title>
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This week that just past me, felt like a train rattling through on the opposite track. No sooner have I gone to sleep on a Monday full of work than I am here again on Monday morning. I am going to slow my clock down. Double up on days. A week lasts three days and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1682&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/09/trainspotting-40/</link>
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		<title>speak child</title>
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The breadcrumb trail leads to a single prayer. The cards that built the house fell from a detached prayer making its lone journey years before. A collection of words born in the heart of a man, like a bouquet of flowers thrown up to the heavens, they are fashioned and clothed. Words that come from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1679&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/08/1679/</link>
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		<title>periscope</title>
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My destination is love, uncontaminated by self-interest or counterfeit faith.
Honestly I sit at the mirror, what part of my love is contaminated by self interest?
What part of my love is contaminated by counterfeit faith?
I pray for an uncontaminated love in my life.
 Tagged: 1 timothy 1, art, Breathe, faith, God, hope, iranian revolution, life, losing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1677&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/07/periscope/</link>
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		<title>order</title>
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I prefer the room to be tidy. A priority that changes when other factors are introduced into my day. There is a threshold for me, a point at which I will let go of the grasp to clean the room. My threshold is particularly low. Other people have much higher thresholds. Other peoples thresholds are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1673&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/1673/</link>
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		<title>every</title>
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Unseen realities. A presence undetected. A truth hidden. A background love, like the backdrop of life we find ourselves in. As constant and as fluid as the seasons themselves. The mighty and the mundane, they sit together on the same sofa. The high powered and the incidental share the same pot of tea. The super [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=santojude.wordpress.com&blog=4202813&post=1670&subd=santojude&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://santojude.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/every/</link>
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