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		<title>LARISSA RYAN: Stopped</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 16:30:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[heart attack]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Larissa Ryan]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Henry was sitting in the park, his wife and son beckoning him to join them. He felt peace, but he was in pain. He stood; stepped; stopped, struck by a force so great he felt he had no breath. Then, “He’s back!” And the beeping on the cardiac machine resumed. Larissa occassionally makes time to write [...]<br /><div><img src="http://fiftywordstories.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=4.0" /></div><div>Rating: 4.0/<strong>5</strong> (5 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://fiftywordstories.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Henry was sitting in the park, his wife and son beckoning him to join them.</p>
<p>He felt peace, but he was in pain.</p>
<p>He stood; stepped; stopped, struck by a force so great he felt he had no breath.</p>
<p>Then, “He’s back!” And the beeping on the cardiac machine resumed.</p>
<hr />Larissa occassionally makes time to write down the meandering thoughts in her over-critical mind. She also wrote <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2009/05/25/larissa-ryan-a-good-place/">A Good Place</a>.</p>
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