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	<title>Comments on: Morning Meaning</title>
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	<description>Where my imagination rents a room</description>
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		<title>By: barbara</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/morning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-749</link>
		<dc:creator>barbara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 18:41:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love that someone else delights in the shower squeegee ritual.  As a former vagabond who moved every 3 years, I have spent 16 years in the same house, and with every shower squeegee, it&#039;s a reminder of some of the things I have done RIGHT.  My shower glass still looks brand new, although other parts of the house are falling down around me!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love that someone else delights in the shower squeegee ritual.  As a former vagabond who moved every 3 years, I have spent 16 years in the same house, and with every shower squeegee, it&#8217;s a reminder of some of the things I have done RIGHT.  My shower glass still looks brand new, although other parts of the house are falling down around me!</p>
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		<title>By: jpm</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/morning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-708</link>
		<dc:creator>jpm</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 19:31:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the images, pre-squegee and post-squegee and you know I&#039;m a fan of the daily shower squegee too. Now I can look at it in a different way every morning. Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the images, pre-squegee and post-squegee and you know I&#8217;m a fan of the daily shower squegee too. Now I can look at it in a different way every morning. Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Emily</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/morning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-707</link>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 02:24:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Maybe that&#039;s what I need.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Maybe that&#8217;s what I need.</p>
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		<title>By: V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/morning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-704</link>
		<dc:creator>V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 12:25:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In January, my family was adopted by a Jack Russell terrier mix. My teen children, who swore a solemn vow to help walk the dog seldom do it in the morning. Which means I am forced out of the house into the cold and dark in the morning. I can&#039;t say I ever look forward to it, but once I step out, I enjoy it. The neighborhood is quiet, there are often a few stars lingering in the sky, the air is brisk, and my dog is so happy to be outside, to be alive. His ears are up, his eyes scanning the world, his tail wagging furiously. He pulls on the leash, pulls me into my day, and makes me realize how lucky I am just to be here, to have another day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In January, my family was adopted by a Jack Russell terrier mix. My teen children, who swore a solemn vow to help walk the dog seldom do it in the morning. Which means I am forced out of the house into the cold and dark in the morning. I can&#8217;t say I ever look forward to it, but once I step out, I enjoy it. The neighborhood is quiet, there are often a few stars lingering in the sky, the air is brisk, and my dog is so happy to be outside, to be alive. His ears are up, his eyes scanning the world, his tail wagging furiously. He pulls on the leash, pulls me into my day, and makes me realize how lucky I am just to be here, to have another day.</p>
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		<title>By: Sallie</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/morning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-700</link>
		<dc:creator>Sallie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 22:02:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LOVE THE NEW SITE!!! Well done!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOVE THE NEW SITE!!! Well done!</p>
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