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	<description>i will NOT scribble on the children</description>
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		<title>By: Georgia</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-86808</link>
		<dc:creator>Georgia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 10:01:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Bon.  The girl you are now, the places you&#039;ve been, the things you&#039;ve seen ... it&#039;s as incomprehensive to me as that girl you were is to you.  I am closer to her than to you, not in a friendship sense, but in an emotional sense.  I miss you a lot still and reading posts like this makes it damn hard not to be there (or have you here).  It hurts when I read it.  I can&#039;t do anything about that except let you know you effected me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bon.  The girl you are now, the places you&#8217;ve been, the things you&#8217;ve seen &#8230; it&#8217;s as incomprehensive to me as that girl you were is to you.  I am closer to her than to you, not in a friendship sense, but in an emotional sense.  I miss you a lot still and reading posts like this makes it damn hard not to be there (or have you here).  It hurts when I read it.  I can&#8217;t do anything about that except let you know you effected me.</p>
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		<title>By: Ana</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-84595</link>
		<dc:creator>Ana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 02:52:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow.  Your writing makes me cry.  You have the same &#039;way&#039; about writing that I do; its so poignant and right-there and timeless.  It&#039;s... beautiful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow.  Your writing makes me cry.  You have the same &#8216;way&#8217; about writing that I do; its so poignant and right-there and timeless.  It&#8217;s&#8230; beautiful.</p>
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		<title>By: Ann</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-84482</link>
		<dc:creator>Ann</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 17:34:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Bon,

It&#039;s interesting for me to read your comments and realize that many of your readers don&#039;t know you&#039;re referring to a pregnancy that never resulted in a live child. Your post reads very differently--and even more hauntingly beautiful--with that knowledge.

I haven&#039;t even had three months since my loss, and already my life has been divided into Before and After.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bon,</p>
<p>It&#8217;s interesting for me to read your comments and realize that many of your readers don&#8217;t know you&#8217;re referring to a pregnancy that never resulted in a live child. Your post reads very differently&#8211;and even more hauntingly beautiful&#8211;with that knowledge.</p>
<p>I haven&#8217;t even had three months since my loss, and already my life has been divided into Before and After.</p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Chicky</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-83895</link>
		<dc:creator>Mrs. Chicky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 15:10:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Have I told you lately how much I love your writing? I felt like I was right there with you catching that train.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have I told you lately how much I love your writing? I felt like I was right there with you catching that train.</p>
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		<title>By: crazymumma</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-83769</link>
		<dc:creator>crazymumma</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 02:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The glance back at the who is that? I was her? Look at me now, what if?

It&#039;s those little whispers of who we were that sometimes haunt me in mysterious ways.

Imagine. Fifty yers from now, looking back? It freaks me out. But I look forward to it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The glance back at the who is that? I was her? Look at me now, what if?</p>
<p>It&#8217;s those little whispers of who we were that sometimes haunt me in mysterious ways.</p>
<p>Imagine. Fifty yers from now, looking back? It freaks me out. But I look forward to it.</p>
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		<title>By: FENICLE</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-83751</link>
		<dc:creator>FENICLE</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:54:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m sure you never imagined how life would be now - when you were in that moment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sure you never imagined how life would be now &#8211; when you were in that moment.</p>
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		<title>By: Emily R</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-83656</link>
		<dc:creator>Emily R</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 20:44:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Ways lead onto ways&quot; Robert Frost wrote, and we never know exactly where those ways will take us or perhaps pause for awhile.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Ways lead onto ways&#8221; Robert Frost wrote, and we never know exactly where those ways will take us or perhaps pause for awhile.</p>
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		<title>By: cat</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-83648</link>
		<dc:creator>cat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 18:45:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It&#039;s true what you say, not wanting to go back. Even though it was full of innocence and hope, what came out of the destruction of naiveties was pure in itself. Pure and somehow complete. Beautiful post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s true what you say, not wanting to go back. Even though it was full of innocence and hope, what came out of the destruction of naiveties was pure in itself. Pure and somehow complete. Beautiful post.</p>
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		<title>By: Mean Mommy</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-83506</link>
		<dc:creator>Mean Mommy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 03:49:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It says a great deal about you--the depth of you--that you don&#039;t want to be that earlier, more innocent you again. I can think of 100 platitudes to try to explain what i mean, but they aren&#039;t right. 

Loved this post, and I love my visits here.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It says a great deal about you&#8211;the depth of you&#8211;that you don&#8217;t want to be that earlier, more innocent you again. I can think of 100 platitudes to try to explain what i mean, but they aren&#8217;t right. </p>
<p>Loved this post, and I love my visits here.</p>
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		<title>By: beruriah</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2008/01/17/turn-turn-turn/comment-page-1/#comment-83388</link>
		<dc:creator>beruriah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 21:22:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your enduring love for each other is so sweet, so admirable, so beautiful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your enduring love for each other is so sweet, so admirable, so beautiful.</p>
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