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		By: Debbie Sides		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2018 00:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Such a lovely message. Sad and sweet.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a lovely message. Sad and sweet.</p>
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		By: Bobbie Stasey		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bobbie Stasey]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2018 23:56:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Beautiful.  We mark time by the passing of those we&#039;ve loved, yes we do.  So strange the experience of both joy and pain, the joys from the past, the pain of the projected future without them somehow collide and settle into the gifts and mystery of love, and perhaps a secret longing for reunion ~]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful.  We mark time by the passing of those we&#8217;ve loved, yes we do.  So strange the experience of both joy and pain, the joys from the past, the pain of the projected future without them somehow collide and settle into the gifts and mystery of love, and perhaps a secret longing for reunion ~</p>
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