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	<title>Comments on: Succulent</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>
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		<description>I was thinking of you yesterday while eating a scrumptious and sweet fig. I do love all fruits but figs are my very favorites, go figure. Anyway I thought of warm Italian afternoons, laying down, under a big fig tree in my grand uncle&#039;s garden, lazily picking a fig or two, getting both hands and mouth sticky with the sweetness of the flesh, the unctuous richness of the flowing honey and realize now what escaped me then in those youthful and often less than perceptive ways: succulent is a state of mind or the richness of a fig.&lt;br /&gt;Enough to really make you humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your choices. They are all really succulent.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was thinking of you yesterday while eating a scrumptious and sweet fig. I do love all fruits but figs are my very favorites, go figure. Anyway I thought of warm Italian afternoons, laying down, under a big fig tree in my grand uncle&#39;s garden, lazily picking a fig or two, getting both hands and mouth sticky with the sweetness of the flesh, the unctuous richness of the flowing honey and realize now what escaped me then in those youthful and often less than perceptive ways: succulent is a state of mind or the richness of a fig.<br />Enough to really make you humble.</p>
<p>I love your choices. They are all really succulent.</p>
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