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	<title>Comments on: a.m. &amp; p.m.</title>
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	<description>Do you feel like we do?</description>
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		<title>By: Carolyn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carolyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:59:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beside the bed, on the little tabletop there, are various things that stand for spiritual touchstones as I shed the cares of the day:   hand lotion , chap stick, a tin of lavender balm, an IPod that plays &quot;Rain and Thunder&quot;.   Such simple pamperings -  reminding me of being tucked into bed as a child.  If during the night, I awake with Baroque worries, in go the ear phones and &quot;Rain and Thunder&quot; transports me back to long ago summer nights listening to rain falling on the tin roof of our farm house.  Bliss !  -  drifting into a reverie towards sleep.</description>
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		<title>By: Tasha</title>
		<link>http://www.thecoconutgirl.com/?p=639&#038;cpage=1#comment-175</link>
		<dc:creator>Tasha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 03:05:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I balance my glasses on a stack of tarot cards by my bedside, although sometimes I put them on my book. They are the first thing I touch in the morning and the last thing I put down at night.</description>
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		<title>By: Ashley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ashley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 03:14:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For lack of attention, a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day.

-Evelyn Underhill</description>
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<p>-Evelyn Underhill</p>
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