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	<title>Comments on: Who was this person anyway?</title>
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	<description>sanity one layer at a time</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 08:53:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Avill</title>
		<link>http://www.motherjungle.com/figuring-out-life/255/2008/04#comment-174</link>
		<dc:creator>Avill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 15:33:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Those photos are beautiful. You're definitely not alone in your sentiments about reminiscing over pictures - I've spent countless hours doing the same thing. It somehow presses some sort of "reset" button for me in times when I forget who I was and who I wanted to be. It always makes me feel better - even if it is sometimes bittersweet!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Those photos are beautiful. You&#8217;re definitely not alone in your sentiments about reminiscing over pictures - I&#8217;ve spent countless hours doing the same thing. It somehow presses some sort of &#8220;reset&#8221; button for me in times when I forget who I was and who I wanted to be. It always makes me feel better - even if it is sometimes bittersweet!</p>
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