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		<title>Whither Thou Goest . . .</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s a woman I love.  Who I have loved for many years.  I just saw some pictures of her, because we recently became friends on one of the social networks I belong to. I was immediately overcome with sorrow and longing.  But it&#8217;s a weird longing that defies modern rules of love and relationships . [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Email Meme for a Cold, Damp Tuesday</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Just got this in an email and thought I would pass it on. Charles Schultz Philosophy The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the &#8216;Peanuts&#8217; comic strip. You don&#8217;t have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you&#8217;ll get the point. Name the five wealthiest people [...]]]></description>
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		<title>While Googling</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I found this quote while Googling for where I had a told a story involving my youngest son. You say, tell you facts and feelings. Well, facts first, they&#8217;re easier. Clem&#8217;s A.A. Battery is quartered in a girls&#8217; school, from which he writes superbly funny letters. The girls are absent, of course, but their school-stories [...]]]></description>
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		<title>First Lie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Like many people who grew up in dysfunctional, abusive families, I don&#8217;t really like the holidays.  Even normal, sane families go through stress around the decorating and gift buying and the unsatisfied expectations.  For the broken family it becomes a hell. One of the things my mother did to relieve the tension was to send [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Poem I Wrote Long Ago</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Poised on the brink trapped in a forever grey of NOW between WAS and YET-TO-BE . . . I hesitate. . . The YET-TO-BE with its parameters still untested beckons me with promises I weigh so carefully against its unfamiliarity. What WAS with all its pain, offers the tempting comfort of the known. . . [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Happy Fall!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A bit late, but I&#8217;m reminded, always, as the year turns toward the dark and cold, of this poem. &#8216;Spring and Fall, to a Young Child&#8217; Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It [...]]]></description>
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