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		<title>the cruelty of sweetness… or maybe the sweetness of cruelty – Part Two</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 21:20:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember it started one night shortly after our engagement, this feeling that The Ex was a bit sensitive, maybe a little too sensitive.  We were on a trip to Boston where I was attending a work conference and in the evenings we were venturing out and seeing the sights.  On the last day of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the cruelty of sweetness&#8230; or maybe the sweetness of cruelty &#8211; Part One</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2012 20:55:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been busy the last year or so thinking that my life was headed down one path, then realizing it isn&#8217;t, requiring that I reorient myself to how life is &#8211; not how I thought it would be.  Hence the great lapses of time that have passed between each of my posts during that time.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a drive through small town america</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2012 04:15:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m in Georgetown, S.C. for work.  I haven&#8217;t updated my blog in quite some time and have been thinking a lot lately about trying to start working on this again.  I&#8217;ve had a crazy year or so since I&#8217;ve last been regularly posting my thoughts and events here.  Lots of things have occurred&#8230; happenings of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a day that changed everything</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 05:40:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A decade ago I was a college student.  I was in my last semester, about to graduate and trying to figure out what was next in my life.  I was twenty-two.  I was busy trying to get to classes on time, trying to get all my assignments finished, and pushing myself to study for exams.  I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>always near&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 05:05:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;ll always be near when you need me. Love, Daddy&#8221; Yesterday I read these words from an old greeting card my father once gave me.  I don&#8217;t remember the occassion for which the card was given, but those 10 handwritten words mean more to me now then I&#8217;m sure they did at the time I received [...]]]></description>
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