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	<title>Comments on: The moments that invoke our inner fire</title>
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		<title>By: spaceagesage</title>
		<link>http://spaceagesage.com/2008/06/06/the-moments-that-invoke-our-inner-fire/#comment-637</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 17:28:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>doesitcomewithgravy -- the wonderment and wonder of childhood always remains within us. I find we just need to release ourselves from the negative, draining, and inflexible aspects of being an adult ... or trying so hard to be "adult-like."</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>doesitcomewithgravy &#8212; the wonderment and wonder of childhood always remains within us. I find we just need to release ourselves from the negative, draining, and inflexible aspects of being an adult &#8230; or trying so hard to be &#8220;adult-like.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: doesitcomewithgravy</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 17:05:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I look back on those times so much and part of me wishes I never grew up. That tomorrow I would wake up in my old room above the dining room. I'd be up before the sun, and most of the house and out the door into the unkown of the day. So much could happen. And it all depended on me and my imagination. Ah, the bittersweet memories of childhood. Which by the way, are coming back to me. I remember more and more each time I go back...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I look back on those times so much and part of me wishes I never grew up. That tomorrow I would wake up in my old room above the dining room. I&#8217;d be up before the sun, and most of the house and out the door into the unkown of the day. So much could happen. And it all depended on me and my imagination. Ah, the bittersweet memories of childhood. Which by the way, are coming back to me. I remember more and more each time I go back&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: spaceagesage</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 16:12:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The divine Mrs L -- Thank you for stopping by. Glad the post inspired you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The divine Mrs L &#8212; Thank you for stopping by. Glad the post inspired you!</p>
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