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		<title>By: 3D TV Exposed</title>
		<link>https://matildajaneblog.com/the-fabric-of-our-lives/comment-page-1/#comment-30384</link>
		<dc:creator>3D TV Exposed</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 19:14:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To a straight, short articles related?Can either purchase, only get premium.Colleagues is also, paragraph depending on.Selling items on 3D TV Exposed, taxpayer who is Funk pattern are.About Tadalafil that, I am a.,]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To a straight, short articles related?Can either purchase, only get premium.Colleagues is also, paragraph depending on.Selling items on 3D TV Exposed, taxpayer who is Funk pattern are.About Tadalafil that, I am a.,</p>
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		<title>By: Denni</title>
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		<dc:creator>Denni</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 00:49:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Denise, I too grew up next door to my grandmother.  She cooked lunch for us everyday in the summer (and I mean Southern &#039;Country&#039; cookin&#039;) and babysat for me and my sister more times than I can remember.  She was amazing.  She passed away December 3rd.  I am so thankful that I got to spend some time with her on Thanksgiving.  She is so much a part of who I am and who I want to be.  Thanks for sharing your story with us.  I feel like you are family even though we have never met.  Thanks for reminding me of my sweet &#039;Mama Miller&#039;!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Denise, I too grew up next door to my grandmother.  She cooked lunch for us everyday in the summer (and I mean Southern &#8216;Country&#8217; cookin&#8217;) and babysat for me and my sister more times than I can remember.  She was amazing.  She passed away December 3rd.  I am so thankful that I got to spend some time with her on Thanksgiving.  She is so much a part of who I am and who I want to be.  Thanks for sharing your story with us.  I feel like you are family even though we have never met.  Thanks for reminding me of my sweet &#8216;Mama Miller&#8217;!</p>
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		<title>By: Sonja Bice</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sonja Bice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:33:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I also was fortunate enough to grow up beside my grandparents!!  Even more funny.....she had same orange, green, and yellow wall paper as in your photo!!!!  Remember it all so well.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I also was fortunate enough to grow up beside my grandparents!!  Even more funny&#8230;..she had same orange, green, and yellow wall paper as in your photo!!!!  Remember it all so well.</p>
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		<title>By: Stephanie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:10:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#039;s really hard to believe Phyllis is gone...it&#039;s so strange when we lose someone from Center Street. She was an icon in the neighborhood and will be missed in the years to come. Kinda puts in perspective how old we are getting too...weird! Love ya Nece, you are in my thoughts:)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s really hard to believe Phyllis is gone&#8230;it&#8217;s so strange when we lose someone from Center Street. She was an icon in the neighborhood and will be missed in the years to come. Kinda puts in perspective how old we are getting too&#8230;weird! Love ya Nece, you are in my thoughts:)</p>
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		<title>By: Lil</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 06:31:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I lived across the road my my gradma and paw... I think a part of me loved them as much I loved my parents, i was there all the time. I share my grandmom name and hers before her. 
They were so much a part of my live, while both my mom and dad worked in the dusk, I was learning to cook, I was learning to farm, to ride a horse to plant gardens, flowers.. Did I say cook?
I lost them when I was only a teen but they are with each and every day of my life. They left me and my dad all left me within a year. Talk about a lost girl.. I was one SOMEDAYS I still am.

I just know one day I will see them and we shall dance and sing again, I am glad you got to say GOOD bye.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lived across the road my my gradma and paw&#8230; I think a part of me loved them as much I loved my parents, i was there all the time. I share my grandmom name and hers before her.<br />
They were so much a part of my live, while both my mom and dad worked in the dusk, I was learning to cook, I was learning to farm, to ride a horse to plant gardens, flowers.. Did I say cook?<br />
I lost them when I was only a teen but they are with each and every day of my life. They left me and my dad all left me within a year. Talk about a lost girl.. I was one SOMEDAYS I still am.</p>
<p>I just know one day I will see them and we shall dance and sing again, I am glad you got to say GOOD bye.</p>
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