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	<description>This day is not shot!</description>
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		<title>By: gypsy-heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 02:52:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Memories both haunt us and soothe us. At least, that has been my experience. Yet, I find myself lingering there. 

Energies of light and peace of heart to you, dear Linda.  

~g-h]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Memories both haunt us and soothe us. At least, that has been my experience. Yet, I find myself lingering there. </p>
<p>Energies of light and peace of heart to you, dear Linda.  </p>
<p>~g-h</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 07:43:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fear not, you won&#039;t lose the memories. They are scorched into your mind, heart and soul. It has been 16 years since I lost someone I loved - and the memories are still fresh. They still make me cry some days - and make me smile or laugh or feel warm on others. I can still recall them in full eidetic colour.

And sometimes, like a precious gift from beyond the grave, a newly recalled memory will emerge from the mists of time, something long forgotten, triggered by an event, or something someone said or did. And I will carry the newly remembered memory around in my heart all day like a precious trophy. And folk will keep asking me why I am smiling - and privately think I&#039;m a little crazy. And maybe I am.

Hugs.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fear not, you won&#8217;t lose the memories. They are scorched into your mind, heart and soul. It has been 16 years since I lost someone I loved &#8211; and the memories are still fresh. They still make me cry some days &#8211; and make me smile or laugh or feel warm on others. I can still recall them in full eidetic colour.</p>
<p>And sometimes, like a precious gift from beyond the grave, a newly recalled memory will emerge from the mists of time, something long forgotten, triggered by an event, or something someone said or did. And I will carry the newly remembered memory around in my heart all day like a precious trophy. And folk will keep asking me why I am smiling &#8211; and privately think I&#8217;m a little crazy. And maybe I am.</p>
<p>Hugs.</p>
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