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		<title>By: Laura</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 06:06:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ew. Boys. Ew. You should go to Cold Stone with me sometime, and then neither of us will think about boys.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ew. Boys. Ew. You should go to Cold Stone with me sometime, and then neither of us will think about boys.</p>
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		<title>By: Alli Woods</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alli Woods</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>December 21st: reminds me of one of my best&#039;s coming home and me holding her so tight and not letting go for a long period of time. reminds me of ben and jerry&#039;s. reminds me of a love so deep that holds on and counts the days until you are home.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>December 21st: reminds me of one of my best&#8217;s coming home and me holding her so tight and not letting go for a long period of time. reminds me of ben and jerry&#8217;s. reminds me of a love so deep that holds on and counts the days until you are home.</p>
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		<title>By: Mom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 23:19:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Things that bring me to YOU! ~ Aug.1, baby girls with lots of hair, little ones walking at 9mo&#039;s., color markings on a wall, a sister and brother playing together, book shelves full, silly earsers in a bag, beaded lizzards, mantees and crescents, colorfull markings on a wall, candy wrappers, silly hats, trying to out do a boy on Death Hill, karate chops, Wedding planners, bleeding hearts, tennis, messenger bags, notes and doodles on a nightstand table, Christmas lights up all year, silver metallic ribbon, night light stars, Superman, club &amp; cafe concerts, bible devo&#039;s nightly, the noise of your stereo and voice through the bedroom vent and colorfull art work on the walls.  Don&#039;t be fooled, there is so much more, but that would take 18 years or more. Love you lots and looking forward to you getting home. Love, Mom :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Things that bring me to YOU! ~ Aug.1, baby girls with lots of hair, little ones walking at 9mo&#8217;s., color markings on a wall, a sister and brother playing together, book shelves full, silly earsers in a bag, beaded lizzards, mantees and crescents, colorfull markings on a wall, candy wrappers, silly hats, trying to out do a boy on Death Hill, karate chops, Wedding planners, bleeding hearts, tennis, messenger bags, notes and doodles on a nightstand table, Christmas lights up all year, silver metallic ribbon, night light stars, Superman, club &amp; cafe concerts, bible devo&#8217;s nightly, the noise of your stereo and voice through the bedroom vent and colorfull art work on the walls.  Don&#8217;t be fooled, there is so much more, but that would take 18 years or more. Love you lots and looking forward to you getting home. Love, Mom <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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