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	<title>Comments on: Lights Will Guide You Home</title>
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	<description>tonight we drink to youth.</description>
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		<title>By: You Will Not Be Alone — twenty(or)something</title>
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		<dc:creator>You Will Not Be Alone — twenty(or)something</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 00:36:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] When her memory began to fade.  When she began to fade. [...]</description>
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		<title>By: This Is Not Goodbye&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator>This Is Not Goodbye&#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 03:42:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I can write about again…At least, not in a public forum, not right now. The losses of my grandmother, my grandfather, and my three beloved dogs in succession has been the greatest heartache I‘ve [...]</description>
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		<title>By: This House Is Now A Home</title>
		<link>http://twentyorsomething.com/2009/07/14/lights-will-guide-you-home/comment-page-1/#comment-8661</link>
		<dc:creator>This House Is Now A Home</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 01:59:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] grandmother bought her own house, into which she moved her very large family, when she was my age, before she [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Where The Heart Is</title>
		<link>http://twentyorsomething.com/2009/07/14/lights-will-guide-you-home/comment-page-1/#comment-8517</link>
		<dc:creator>Where The Heart Is</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 02:35:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] day at work; it’s relaying a cruel comment spoken by a long-ago friend. It’s encouraging your grandmother to take at least one bite of food &#8212; just one bite, just one, just for [...]</description>
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		<title>By: The Things We Carry</title>
		<link>http://twentyorsomething.com/2009/07/14/lights-will-guide-you-home/comment-page-1/#comment-6464</link>
		<dc:creator>The Things We Carry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:19:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] how many times I try to tell myself otherwise &#8212; it&#8217;s no wonder. Why do we remember and how do we forget? If a lifetime is made up of a thousand days, hours, minutes, and moments, how do certain memories [...]</description>
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