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	Comments on: &#8220;Leaving no one and nothing behind. The greater love.&#8221;	</title>
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		By: Luisa A. Igloria		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Luisa A. Igloria]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 14:45:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&quot;The stove waits to be washed, the towels wait to be folded, and I tell them all that I need a moment longer with you — you who were not expecting me at all, but this is what happens when you open your garden gate...&quot;  Peg, this is beautiful.  Thank you.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;The stove waits to be washed, the towels wait to be folded, and I tell them all that I need a moment longer with you — you who were not expecting me at all, but this is what happens when you open your garden gate&#8230;&#8221;  Peg, this is beautiful.  Thank you.</p>
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		By: Peg Duthie		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peg Duthie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 18:37:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Flat against the pillows, I&#039;m on the verge of drifting into a doze, but your words are tugging penny-thoughts out of the pool of my Percocet-laced lassitude. The urge to hoard love for fear of squandering it rubs against the sandscapes of split-open hourglasses -- the shining shown-and-told of generosity returned and amplified. The stove waits to be washed, the towels wait to be folded, and I tell them all that I need a moment longer with you -- you who were not expecting me at all, but this is what happens when you open your garden gate: tendrils of garlic catch at my hair -- not as insistently as a trap, but still, a momentary clinging, an echo of how we tap the shoulders of strangers we almost recognize.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Flat against the pillows, I&#8217;m on the verge of drifting into a doze, but your words are tugging penny-thoughts out of the pool of my Percocet-laced lassitude. The urge to hoard love for fear of squandering it rubs against the sandscapes of split-open hourglasses &#8212; the shining shown-and-told of generosity returned and amplified. The stove waits to be washed, the towels wait to be folded, and I tell them all that I need a moment longer with you &#8212; you who were not expecting me at all, but this is what happens when you open your garden gate: tendrils of garlic catch at my hair &#8212; not as insistently as a trap, but still, a momentary clinging, an echo of how we tap the shoulders of strangers we almost recognize.</p>
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