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            <title>THE STORY OF THE YEAR</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:22:58 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[It was near the end of January, and a terrible fall of snow was pelting down, and whirling through the streets and lanes; the windows were plastered with snow on the outside, snow fell in masses from the roofs. Every one seemed in a great hurry; they ran, they flew, fell into each other&#8217;s arms, holding fast for a moment as long as they…]]></description>
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            <title>THE WINDMILL</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[A windmill stood upon the hill, proud to look at, and it was proud too. &#8220;I am not proud at all,&#8221; it said, &#8220;but I am very much enlightened without and within. I have sun and moon for my outward use, and for inward use too; and into the bargain I have stearine candles, train oil and lamps, and tallow candles. I may well…]]></description>
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            <title>THE STORY OF THE WIND</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[&#8220;Near the shores of the great Belt, which is one of the straits that connect the Cattegat with the Baltic, stands an old mansion with thick red walls. I know every stone of it,&#8221; says the Wind. &#8220;I saw it when it was part of the castle of Marck Stig on the promontory. But the castle was obliged to be pulled down, and the…]]></description>
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            <title>THE WILL-O-THE WISP IS IN THE TOWN, SAYS THE MOOR WOMAN</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[There was a man who once knew many stories, but they had slipped away from him&#8211;so he said. The Story that used to visit him of its own accord no longer came and knocked at his door. And why did it come no longer? It is true enough that for days and years the man had not thought of it, had not expected it…]]></description>
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            <title>THE WILD SWANS</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Far away in the land to which the swallows fly when it is winter, dwelt a king who had eleven sons, and one daughter, named Eliza. The eleven brothers were princes, and each went to school with a star on his breast, and a sword by his side. They wrote with diamond pencils on gold slates, and learnt their lessons so quickly and read…]]></description>
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            <title>THE WICKED PRINCE</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[There lived once upon a time a wicked prince whose heart and mind were set upon conquering all the countries of the world, and on frightening the people; he devastated their countries with fire and sword, and his soldiers trod down the crops in the fields and destroyed the peasants&#8217; huts by fire, so that the flames licked the green leaves off the branches,…]]></description>
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            <title>WHAT ONE CAN INVENT</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[There was once a young man who was studying to be a poet. He wanted to become one by Easter, and to marry, and to live by poetry. To write poems, he knew, only consists in being able to invent something; but he could not invent anything. He had been born too late&#8211;everything had been taken up before he came into the world, and…]]></description>
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            <title>IN THE UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE SEA</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:22:48 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Some years ago, large ships were sent towards the north pole, to explore the distant coasts, and to try how far men could penetrate into those unknown regions. For more than a year one of these ships had been pushing its way northward, amid snow and ice, and the sailors had endured many hardships; till at length winter set in, and the sun entirely…]]></description>
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            <title>UNDER THE WILLOW-TREE</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[The region round the little town of Kjoge is very bleak and cold. The town lies on the sea shore, which is always beautiful; but here it might be more beautiful than it is, for on every side the fields are flat, and it is a long way to the forest. But when persons reside in a place and get used to it, they…]]></description>
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            <title>THE UGLY DUCKLING</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:22:45 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[It was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. It…]]></description>
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