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	<title>Comments on: Grief</title>
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		<title>By: Tim Mizelle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tim Mizelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 05:34:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is beautiful, Oliver. I wish I had seen it then. You do not need to depend on the words of anyone. Very beautiful. My last fast to face memory with you is eating breakfast when your back was in so much pain. There was ice. We met for breakfast at Holiday Inn. Max wanted us to see one another again. He knew how much I admired you. Remember that ride in that crazy green car in California? That is one of my fondest memories, actually. That strange trip in that funny car. Stopping for lunch. The mountains, trees, water. I often wondered how Max would have rendered that one. It is always something to see a man want to show off his children. You caught it in your writing here: you were Max for a few days. In an odd twist, he showed you off, doing something spectacular:  seeing him off and taking on his whole existence along with yours. 
Best wishes, Tim</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is beautiful, Oliver. I wish I had seen it then. You do not need to depend on the words of anyone. Very beautiful. My last fast to face memory with you is eating breakfast when your back was in so much pain. There was ice. We met for breakfast at Holiday Inn. Max wanted us to see one another again. He knew how much I admired you. Remember that ride in that crazy green car in California? That is one of my fondest memories, actually. That strange trip in that funny car. Stopping for lunch. The mountains, trees, water. I often wondered how Max would have rendered that one. It is always something to see a man want to show off his children. You caught it in your writing here: you were Max for a few days. In an odd twist, he showed you off, doing something spectacular:  seeing him off and taking on his whole existence along with yours. <br />
Best wishes, Tim</p>
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		<title>By: Ned Batchelder</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ned Batchelder</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 16:56:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m sorry to hear of your loss.  Thanks for writing about it.</description>
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