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	<description>The Life and Times of a Fourth Grade Class at the Dalton School in New York City</description>
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		<title>Paragraphs</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think paragraphs are one of the coolest parts of writing.  It is amazing what they can do! Here are some of my favorites reasons for paragraphs:

Paragraphs make it so much easier to read a story.  It is very hard to know what is going on when there is a page of text with no [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think paragraphs are one of the coolest parts of writing.  It is amazing what they can do! Here are some of my favorites reasons for paragraphs:</p>
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<li>Paragraphs make it so much easier to read a story.  It is very hard to know what is going on when there is a page of text with no paragraphs.  A new paragraph gives us white space, a bit of a rest before moving on.</li>
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<li>Paragraphs can make a story dramatic.  Sometimes a will use a one word or one sentence paragraph to create tension and excitement.</li>
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<li>Paragraphs are critical for dialogue.  There are rules you must follow (that you learned in Writing Skills) for this.</li>
<li>Paragraphs help change a scene. They move us to a different place or time.  You can move your story ahead days or weeks with a new paragraph.  (Think of the book <em>Meanwhile</em>.)</li>
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		<title>Beginnings</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Give your story a strong beginning to draw your readers in. Here are some you may recognize:
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
The knife had a handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor.  If it sliced you, you might not even know you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Give your story a strong beginning to draw your readers in. Here are some you may recognize:</p>
<blockquote><p>There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.</p>
<p>The knife had a handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor.  If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, not immediately.</p>
<p>The knife and done almost everything it was brought to that house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet.</p>
<p style="text-align: right"><em> </em>Neil Gamain&#8217;s <em>The Graveyard Book</em></p>
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<p style="text-align: left">There is nothing lonelier than a cat who has been loved, at least for a while, and then abandoned on the side of the road.  A small calico cat.  Her family, the one she lived with, has left her in this old and forgotten forest, this forest where the rain is soaking into her fur.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">Kathi Appelt&#8217;s <em>The Underneath</em></p>
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<p style="text-align: left">Many, many, many, many, many years ago, there lived a boy.  His name was Ugh.  A good boy, Ugh lived with his two brothers and two sisters in a small cave by the sea.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">Al Yorinks&#8217; <em>Ugh</em></p>
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<p style="text-align: left">Stand her with me on the shores of New London, Connecticut.  Feel the cool breeze of the Atlantic Ocean on your face.  Feel the dirt beneath your feet; this land is far from ordinary.  It was here, upon this very spot, that Joseph Cinque set foot in America, bringing with him a group of renegade slaves and leaving his mark on history.</p>
<p style="text-align: right">Veronica Chambers&#8217; <em>Amistad Rising</em></p>
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