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	<title>Comments on: Eyes of the Soul</title>
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	<description>Where my imagination rents a room</description>
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		<title>By: Allegra Smith</title>
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		<dc:creator>Allegra Smith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One of the most beloved qualities in bamboo for me is its persistence. I could only plant them in big, black planters as even the non-invasive species have a tendency to forget about non invading in our garden. After a bad ice storm I mourned what I considered the beautiful stand, death. Everything was gray brown, soaked and slimy and gave it the chances of an ice cube in Hell to survive. Spring came and among the dark brown stalks, little green arms were waving in the wind, teasing me to believe. Both planters flank now a statue of Quanyin to remind me that hope and compassion are inseparable. Learning, always learning...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of the most beloved qualities in bamboo for me is its persistence. I could only plant them in big, black planters as even the non-invasive species have a tendency to forget about non invading in our garden. After a bad ice storm I mourned what I considered the beautiful stand, death. Everything was gray brown, soaked and slimy and gave it the chances of an ice cube in Hell to survive. Spring came and among the dark brown stalks, little green arms were waving in the wind, teasing me to believe. Both planters flank now a statue of Quanyin to remind me that hope and compassion are inseparable. Learning, always learning&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: kathleenbotsford</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How beautiful is that?  I would also venture to say the qualities you yearn for are ones you already possess.  &lt;br/&gt;P.S.  Thanks for the trip down memory lane with Leslie.  I love it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How beautiful is that?  I would also venture to say the qualities you yearn for are ones you already possess.  <br />P.S.  Thanks for the trip down memory lane with Leslie.  I love it!</p>
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		<title>By: Di Mackey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Di Mackey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the sound of the bamboo plan.</description>
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