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	<title>Comments on: ghosts in my bed</title>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
		<link>http://creatingwings.com/2009/12/12/ghosts-in-my-bed/comment-page-1/#comment-130</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 01:49:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That post made me smile!  I too remember times like that with GREAT fondness.  And now my two baby daughters have filled up my life with so much joy and yet I still remember those summers!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That post made me smile!  I too remember times like that with GREAT fondness.  And now my two baby daughters have filled up my life with so much joy and yet I still remember those summers!</p>
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		<title>By: Gigi</title>
		<link>http://creatingwings.com/2009/12/12/ghosts-in-my-bed/comment-page-1/#comment-125</link>
		<dc:creator>Gigi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 03:17:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was just what I needed to read tonight.  I had been thinking about one of my old college roommates today, how she and I haven&#039;t seen each other in two decades, and even though we are in occasional contact, our lives took very, very different paths.  I remember a time when she and a small group of friends seemed more important to me than my own family.  We ate every meal together, watched movies together, ate late-night pizza together, wept over boys together.  Now I can&#039;t imagine what we&#039;d have to talk about, yet there&#039;s that piece of each of us that remains with the other, and that is precious to me.

Your blog is truly lovely.  Thanks for your wonderful words on mine!

xo Gigi</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was just what I needed to read tonight.  I had been thinking about one of my old college roommates today, how she and I haven&#8217;t seen each other in two decades, and even though we are in occasional contact, our lives took very, very different paths.  I remember a time when she and a small group of friends seemed more important to me than my own family.  We ate every meal together, watched movies together, ate late-night pizza together, wept over boys together.  Now I can&#8217;t imagine what we&#8217;d have to talk about, yet there&#8217;s that piece of each of us that remains with the other, and that is precious to me.</p>
<p>Your blog is truly lovely.  Thanks for your wonderful words on mine!</p>
<p>xo Gigi</p>
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		<title>By: Liz</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 02:39:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love this Megg. Perhaps it is the quieter introspective days of winter, but I have been re-visiting many friends and past loves in my dreams these days too. Such a mix of happy and sad, and I too wonder, do they still think of me sometimes...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love this Megg. Perhaps it is the quieter introspective days of winter, but I have been re-visiting many friends and past loves in my dreams these days too. Such a mix of happy and sad, and I too wonder, do they still think of me sometimes&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: pen*</title>
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		<dc:creator>pen*</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:28:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the quote, the post...
it bought tears to my eyes and stories to my heart.
it is so true:
&quot;At the time, I would never have believed that those people who were as necessary to me as breathing would not be in my life anymore ten years, twenty years later. But here I am.&quot;
i guess that&#039;s the bittersweet beauty of life.

but at least it created a space for you to enter, enrich, and inspire the lives of new friends...  and you&#039;ve certainly already made a HUGE impact on mine.

i adore you.
xo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the quote, the post&#8230;<br />
it bought tears to my eyes and stories to my heart.<br />
it is so true:<br />
&#8220;At the time, I would never have believed that those people who were as necessary to me as breathing would not be in my life anymore ten years, twenty years later. But here I am.&#8221;<br />
i guess that&#8217;s the bittersweet beauty of life.</p>
<p>but at least it created a space for you to enter, enrich, and inspire the lives of new friends&#8230;  and you&#8217;ve certainly already made a HUGE impact on mine.</p>
<p>i adore you.<br />
xo</p>
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