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    <title>My Life....as I see it</title>
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      <title>In retrospect of my sad days</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;On this the day of my late husband's birthday and the 2 year anniversary of his death, yesterday,  i find myself listening closely to the rain.  I hear, very clearly, a voice whispering to me that all is well and i am being carried through this difficult time. The past always teaches us, if we let it.   So, as i do look back at my previous life and remember Mike and his bear hugs I will continue on the path I have been set upon to see what is around the next corner of my life.  In the meantime, I look down and see only the one set of footprints.  Funny, I didn't think I'd felt the ground today...&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 23:56:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Nia</dc:creator>
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