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	<title>Todor Kobakov &#187; inspiration</title>
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		<title>North Train</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 22:16:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>When we grow weary of fighting for what we want – a relationship, or a job or the creation of our art – we run. Pack a bag and book a ticket and go anywhere to escape what we can’t face. This piece follows such a journey. The exuberant excitement of leaving all of your [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When we grow weary of fighting for what we want – a relationship, or a job or the creation of our art – we run. Pack a bag and book a ticket and go anywhere to escape what we can’t face. This piece follows such a journey. The exuberant excitement of leaving all of your problems behind only to find that, despite your best efforts, you’ve carried your problems with you, packed up neatly next to your shaving kit and spare clothes. The cumbersome emotional baggage that you simply can’t leave behind, no matter how far the North Train may carry you. </p>
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		<title>Little Warrior</title>
		<link>http://todor.ca/site/2009/10/17/little-warrior/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 23:04:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>This is a piece that I wrote to inspire someone that means a lot to me. The steady, march-like beat represents the importance of staying strong and pressing forward without fear when life seems unbearable and dreams seem impossible.</p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a piece that I wrote to inspire someone that means a lot to me. The steady, march-like beat represents the importance of staying strong and pressing forward without fear when life seems unbearable and dreams seem impossible.</p>
<p>The opening chord represents a rebirth of self-discovery, as the Little Warrior becomes a woman. There is a moment of innocence and nostalgia, followed by destruction. The rhythm at the end fades away to signify the Warrior’s journey continuing, in mystery, without me&#8230;</p>
<p>[See post to listen to audio]</p>
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		<title>Isolated Incident</title>
		<link>http://todor.ca/site/2009/10/16/isolated-incident/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 21:50:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>steve</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>This piece is about a transcendental moment of connection. That moment where all the nightclub posturing and idle chitchat fall away as you look across the room and lock eyes with a beautiful stranger. In an instant, your entire world stops and you stand frozen in the imagination all of the fantastic possibilities that this [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This piece is about a transcendental moment of connection. That moment where all the nightclub posturing and idle chitchat fall away as you look across the room and lock eyes with a beautiful stranger. In an instant, your entire world stops and you stand frozen in the imagination all of the fantastic possibilities that this unknown person might hold. In the space of a single breath, you envision what your life might be with her – how it would feel to gaze into those dark eyes for the rest of your days. </p>
<p>And then, as quickly as it began, it is over. She blinks, or looks away, and the moment is destroyed. You drop your gaze and pick up your drink to distract yourself from the enormity of what has just passed between you. Finally, you gather enough courage to look up once more, to memorize her face or maybe to walk across the room to introduce yourself… and she is gone. </p>
<p>[See post to listen to audio]</p>
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		<title>Bitter Sweet Confusion</title>
		<link>http://todor.ca/site/2009/10/15/bitter-sweet-confusion/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 01:31:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>steve</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>This piece explores the painful process of sacrificing what we want for what we need. The gut-churning decision to step up and do what is right instead of what is easy. The thing that no one ever tells you is that there are no prizes or awards for doing the right thing – especially when [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This piece explores the painful process of sacrificing what we want for what we need. The gut-churning decision to step up and do what is right instead of what is easy. The thing that no one ever tells you is that there are no prizes or awards for doing the right thing – especially when it involves breaking someone’s heart.</p>
<p>[See post to listen to audio]</p>
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