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Every spring, dreamers around...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/vic1939/699806"><title>The Rest of the Story</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/vic1939/699806</link><description>The Rest of the Story – Europe 1934 Heinz was a Jew. His village in Bavaria had been overrun by Nazi thugs. His father, a teacher, had lost his job. Tension was mounting on the streets. As the streets became a battleground, young Heinz learned to keep his eyes open. When he saw a band of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/vic1939/698762"><title>God's Creation and Labor</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/vic1939/698762</link><description>A man visited a quarry and asked three workers what they were doing. The first one said irritably, “Can’t you see? 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