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	<title>Comments on: Hating winter, loving contests</title>
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		<title>By: Mahmoud Saeed</title>
		<link>http://www.dystel.com/blog/2014/01/hating-winter-loving-contests/comment-page-1/#comment-37564</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Mahmoud Saeed]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2014 03:32:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I like you hate the cold, I grew up in the city of Mosul, Iraq. temperature does not descend we have less than 32 ° F , but a few times a year and at night only . When I came like a political asylum to Chicago, at the end of 1999 , the bitter cold slapped my face, for the first time in my life. First time a freezing wind below zero percentile blows my face at a day time, first time I see the snow covers everything and first time my fingers and my feet been frozen , so I had in order to use a glove , but it does not work so much. I wrote a story about the cold and immigration , but in Arabic has not yet translated into English.
Iraqi novelist]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like you hate the cold, I grew up in the city of Mosul, Iraq. temperature does not descend we have less than 32 ° F , but a few times a year and at night only . When I came like a political asylum to Chicago, at the end of 1999 , the bitter cold slapped my face, for the first time in my life. First time a freezing wind below zero percentile blows my face at a day time, first time I see the snow covers everything and first time my fingers and my feet been frozen , so I had in order to use a glove , but it does not work so much. I wrote a story about the cold and immigration , but in Arabic has not yet translated into English.<br />
Iraqi novelist</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jan 2014 00:02:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bad link.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bad link.</p>
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