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		<title>Comment on The Crux of It by bronxboy55</title>
		<link>http://winsomebella.wordpress.com/2013/05/12/the-crux-of-it/#comment-5730</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 16:50:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The relationship we have with our parents is -- must be -- complex and confusing. Our first impressions of them are based on how well they meet our needs. It&#039;s all about us, and who they are as separate and complete human beings doesn&#039;t matter at all. It&#039;s only later, and sometimes too late, that we begin to look at our parents differently. I&#039;ve just recently developed any ability to do so. This wonderful essay proves you&#039;re miles ahead of me.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The relationship we have with our parents is &#8212; must be &#8212; complex and confusing. Our first impressions of them are based on how well they meet our needs. It&#8217;s all about us, and who they are as separate and complete human beings doesn&#8217;t matter at all. It&#8217;s only later, and sometimes too late, that we begin to look at our parents differently. I&#8217;ve just recently developed any ability to do so. This wonderful essay proves you&#8217;re miles ahead of me.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Crux of It by vishalbheeroo</title>
		<link>http://winsomebella.wordpress.com/2013/05/12/the-crux-of-it/#comment-5728</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 15:57:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[That&#039;s so beautifully put &#039;now what she did, how she made me feel&#039; That&#039;s so beautiful and mom like that only.

Cheerz
Vishal]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s so beautifully put &#8216;now what she did, how she made me feel&#8217; That&#8217;s so beautiful and mom like that only.</p>
<p>Cheerz<br />
Vishal</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Crux of It by Coming East</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 23:49:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So beautifully said, Stacia.  My mother was one if the sweetest people I ever knew, but I, too, don&#039;t feel I ever really knew what was the deepest part of her.  I don&#039;t know if my children know me that way, either, though I think we&#039;ve talked on deeper levels than I talked with my mother.  Maybe it is this modern age where we seem to bare more.  Wish I had My mother back so I could ask her more about her life, about what her dreams were, her disappointments, and such.  I&#039;m sure you wish the same.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So beautifully said, Stacia.  My mother was one if the sweetest people I ever knew, but I, too, don&#8217;t feel I ever really knew what was the deepest part of her.  I don&#8217;t know if my children know me that way, either, though I think we&#8217;ve talked on deeper levels than I talked with my mother.  Maybe it is this modern age where we seem to bare more.  Wish I had My mother back so I could ask her more about her life, about what her dreams were, her disappointments, and such.  I&#8217;m sure you wish the same.</p>
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