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<title>Raventwist RSS Feed</title><link>http://www.raventwist.com/index.php</link><description>The Raven&#x27;s Story</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><dc:creator>H. Ferguson</dc:creator><dc:rights>Copyright H. Ferguson&#x2c; 2012</dc:rights><dc:date>2012-11-27T08:56:02-07:00</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.realmacsoftware.com/" />
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<lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 00:58:51 -0600</lastBuildDate><item><title>The Wave Maiden</title><dc:creator>H. Ferguson</dc:creator><category>general</category><category> story</category><category> backstory</category><dc:date>2012-11-27T08:56:02-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/the-wave-maiden-story.php#unique-entry-id-7</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/the-wave-maiden-story.php#unique-entry-id-7</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[The day after his birthday was always another day off work and included a lot of Single Malt and wallowing, but he&rsquo;d come to accept it as a healthy way to deal.  

...He&rsquo;d smelt the sea on her breath as she blew gently to cool his burning skin.  ...  It had felt like that, a high delirium-inducing heat that had started in his belly and radiated to his fingers and toes.  

...A tail, split like a whale&rsquo;s, broke the surface, shimmered and disappeared as he looked back to the sea.  ...  She can camouflage herself, he heard his mother telling him, as if she&rsquo;d known a Wave Maiden too.
]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Comments - Are they Working Yet?</title><dc:creator>H. Ferguson</dc:creator><category>general</category><dc:date>2012-11-20T15:19:42-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/comments-working.php#unique-entry-id-6</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/comments-working.php#unique-entry-id-6</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[A number of people tried to leave me comments on the blog page but the Disqus comment section isn&rsquo;t working.    So I&rsquo;m trying again and hopefully with this upload the problem has been fixed.  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Long Red Path</title><dc:creator>H. Ferguson</dc:creator><category>the ravens story</category><dc:date>2012-11-04T10:21:37-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/the_long_red_path.php#unique-entry-id-5</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/the_long_red_path.php#unique-entry-id-5</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Photo: Trey Ratcliffe, Stuckincustoms.com &ldquo;the gentle red path&rdquo;.  


Photos are a great source of inspiration when I write.  


This makes me think of an inviting, yet slightly scary path through the forest.    Inviting you to walk from one world into the next, with this the long path between, the path clearly allowing you to be the one to make a choice between going forward or back.    A choice between the known and unknown, enticing with wonders, if you can make it to the other side.]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Raven&#x27;s Story</title><dc:creator>H. Ferguson</dc:creator><category>the ravens story</category><category>backstory</category><dc:date>2012-11-03T22:52:42-06:00</dc:date><link>http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/the_ravens_story.php#unique-entry-id-4</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.raventwist.com/blog_files/the_ravens_story.php#unique-entry-id-4</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[When I read this poem by Robert Graves, I had a vision flash in my head that was so full of imagery it gave me a headache.  ...  That one quick flash stayed with me for weeks and I started wondering about the poem&rsquo;s characters.  ...  The fire in his eyes (I do think its a him), and the new way the world looked and smelled after this encounter. 

...He stops by her newly acquired cottage and drops off a heavy envelope, telling her its part of the legacy of the house, the envelope and its contents now her responsibility.  

...This pin visual also stuck in my head and it slowly turned into &ldquo;Raventwist&rdquo; and I began my journey of rebranding &ldquo;Rocky Mountain Dyeworks&rdquo;.
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