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		<title>By: Timothy Russell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Timothy Russell</dc:creator>
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		<description>Now you went and done it. Very, very nicely done. The story had my namesake and my mother was/is Irish (I never knew her, father and her divorced when I was three, ended up w/ father) I nearly cried, I don&#039;t mind telling you, when Timmy died, I died w/ him, allegorically speaking of course. My, my how is life so measured and so unsure yet we must go on, we must seek, strive to really feel alive. Through writing, I do live, through sharing, I do give and now you have given me yet more hope, more satisfaction that I have a reason to live, validate my existence and anyone that can perceive your creative expression in heart&#039;s mind. &lt;br /&gt;
Thanx for sharing, Tim</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now you went and done it. Very, very nicely done. The story had my namesake and my mother was/is Irish (I never knew her, father and her divorced when I was three, ended up w/ father) I nearly cried, I don&#8217;t mind telling you, when Timmy died, I died w/ him, allegorically speaking of course. My, my how is life so measured and so unsure yet we must go on, we must seek, strive to really feel alive. Through writing, I do live, through sharing, I do give and now you have given me yet more hope, more satisfaction that I have a reason to live, validate my existence and anyone that can perceive your creative expression in heart&#8217;s mind. <br />
Thanx for sharing, Tim</p>
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