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	<title>diasporic literature spot &#187; Morgan Gabrielle</title>
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		<title>Mother&#8217;s Day Remembrance</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2012/05/gabrielle/mothers-day-remembrance/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 20:10:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[      I walked under the old elm trees. It was a cold winter’s day and the air was sharp. There was no one to break the stillness. I was conscious only of the dank smell of wet leaves underfoot and the sheep and cattle grazing peacefully in the paddock across the creek. 
         At last it was possible to be myself, away from people.  My thoughts were in emotional turmoil. Watching death creep insidiously through my mother’s body as cancer claimed her was hard to bear. I tried to grasp the inevitability of losing her. She was noble in her dying, never complained.  “Andy’s randy today,” was all she would say when beset with pain.  <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2012/05/gabrielle/mothers-day-remembrance/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Christmas Mass at St. Joseph&#8217;s</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2010 05:35:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A sense of peace prevailed among the people who seemed to be relaxed and happy after the pre-Christmas rush.  They waited expectantly for Mass to begin which was to be celebrated by a visiting priest from Rome. Annie, our organist, had not arrived.  I was told she wasn’t well and we must proceed without her. <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2010/12/gabrielle/christmas-mass-at-st-josephs/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Padre Padrone</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2010/11/gabrielle/padre-padrone-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 07:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Gabrielle Morgan Among the many books on my bookshelves there are some more treasured than others, especially the ones which have been signed by the authors themselves.  I often come across newspaper clippings of reviews that I had slipped between the pages and sometimes I find a lovely card still hides in the jacket with the sentiments expressed by &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2010/11/gabrielle/padre-padrone-3/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Bonjour!&#8221; &#8211; Good Morning in French</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 07:57:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This fictional story was inspired by Michael Morgan&#8217;s painting &#8220;Bonjour!&#8221; Alain Durand missed his native France.  Overcome with nostalgia, he walked along the path in the gardens which were an oasis in the city.  Wistfully, he watched the people passing by and cherished the hope that he might chance to hear the intonation of his own language pass their lips. &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2010/11/gabrielle/bonjour-good-morning-in-french/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>St. Petersburg &#8211; Russia</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2010/11/gabrielle/st-petersburg-russia-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 05:15:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Gabrielle Morgan I was privileged to enjoy a cruise on the Marco Polo, Orient Line Scandinavian cruise ship, which docked in Sweden, Finland, Russia, Estonia, Denmark and the Norwegian Fiords.  The ship is an ideal size for navigating the narrow passage of the Fiords.  It carries 826 passengers and has a much more intimate atmosphere than bigger liners that &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2010/11/gabrielle/st-petersburg-russia-3/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Oratory</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2010/09/gabrielle/the-oratory/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 05:29:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[First published in Kairos Catholic Journal 2008 <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2010/09/gabrielle/the-oratory/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>That Day&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2010/09/gabrielle/that-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 06:28:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Gabrielle Morgan Often a day can be quite remarkable.  That day for me was the day I went in search of the village of my ancestors. I was alone in England, my first visit away from Australia, when I set out from London by train for Penzance, the southern most point in Cornwall.  It was a seaside resort where &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2010/09/gabrielle/that-day/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>On His Departure</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/09/gabrielle/on-his-departure/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 06:10:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You were departing, leaving me.  As you walked away a sharp awareness came upon me.  The world around me was merely a stage.  I headed for the coffee shop in order to settle my feelings by doing something deliberate.  Surrounded by people bustling with trays and animated chatter brought an everyday ordinariness to grasp. I drank the coffee feeling a &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/09/gabrielle/on-his-departure/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>H.W. &#8211; A Lonely Man</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/h-w-a-lonely-man/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 06:44:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I watch your intense gaze mirroring your emotions, Feel a sorrow that life cannot always answer our deepest desires. Wasted hours seem to flee us when our souls are yearning, unfulfilled, But days pass, and new consciousness arrives. Aloneness can be treasured, not misused. We are what time has made us, What is present and past is now. Something deep &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/h-w-a-lonely-man/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Spirit of Old</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/spirit-of-old/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 06:35:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today is a giant before me, Insurmountable, it seems, With perils of hunger, Visions of ingratitude, Friends become foes, And even the trees and nature unseen. Where before they nurtured the soul, Made each day a recall into splendour, Of life ever changing.Now today my blood has run thin, And cold is the wind of time. But rising within a &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/spirit-of-old/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>George &#8211; A happening on an Australian beach</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/george-a-happening-on-an-australian-beach/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 11:25:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was Sunday.  People stood outside the church doors, passively chatting, smiling and generally exuding their clean, well-groomed ordered appearance; too well clothed, for the day shone hot, laying bare the cream brick building and the strip of green grass. <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/george-a-happening-on-an-australian-beach/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Visit to Mykonos</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/a-visit-to-mykonos/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 11:15:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As an Australian, my impressions of Greece. <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/a-visit-to-mykonos/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>MUSING ABOUT ART</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/musing-about-art/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 09:29:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[MUSING ABOUT ART At Federation Square a new centre for the Arts opened in the City of Melbourne, Australia.  The population watched the progress of this uniquely designed complex being built, the structure looking rather like a child’s meccano set with assorted triangle shapes slotting into place. Most of the public were horrified as it continued to grow.  Comments abounded &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/08/gabrielle/musing-about-art/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>THE PIANIST</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/07/gabrielle/the-pianist/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 06:03:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I came from the outside world, Entered your world, for one brief moment Felt the impact of your glance, your smile; Knew for that moment in time there was you and me only, Acceptance was felt, two souls reaching. I went away, thought of you in the dark hours of the night, Wondered why you engaged my curiosity, And why &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/07/gabrielle/the-pianist/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>PUSSY WILLOW TREE</title>
		<link>http://diasporic.org/2009/07/gabrielle/pussy-willow-tree/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 03:36:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morgan Gabrielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For months I have watched you, Leafless, with winter upon you, Yet, you indestructibly stood there, Giving me hope with each new leaf Appearing under the spring sun. You became a force in my life, Your aged branches overhanging my door, You spoke of a past age when you were planted In the large grounds of a white mansion. You &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://diasporic.org/2009/07/gabrielle/pussy-willow-tree/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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