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	<title>Comments on: jiggety-jog</title>
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	<description>Life in Cleveland Ohio Observed</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 03:13:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: annie</title>
		<link>http://squeezetheuniverse.com/archives/202#comment-452</link>
		<dc:creator>annie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 15:26:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>home for me is where my children are. where my current ward is. where my husband lives and works. it may change many times...it may never change. i know it's not where my parents live any more; it was that way for so very long...interesting.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>home for me is where my children are. where my current ward is. where my husband lives and works. it may change many times&#8230;it may never change. i know it&#8217;s not where my parents live any more; it was that way for so very long&#8230;interesting.</p>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
		<link>http://squeezetheuniverse.com/archives/202#comment-433</link>
		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 02:25:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When you find out, be sure to let me know. 

I know that windblown, thread-tied and expansive feeling of which you speak. Perhaps we never understand what a home is until we question its existence, at which point we've probably left it. Perhaps that will make us appreciate it when we find it again?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When you find out, be sure to let me know. </p>
<p>I know that windblown, thread-tied and expansive feeling of which you speak. Perhaps we never understand what a home is until we question its existence, at which point we&#8217;ve probably left it. Perhaps that will make us appreciate it when we find it again?</p>
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