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		<title>By: Yurtdışı Eğitim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Yurtdışı Eğitim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;thank&#039;s for sharing...&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thank&#8217;s for sharing&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: nintendo dsi r4</title>
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		<dc:creator>nintendo dsi r4</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 12:24:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Great to read your post. hope you continue to reflect on the past year as you go forward with.Do come and visit wellspring when you can.&lt;br&gt;Thank you for this final post. It sums up nicely what you&#039;ve learned, and I pray that God would continue to unfold His heart and plans for your life,So blessed to have been a small part of this journey of faith!I will be meeting you on your other blog...love the name!&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great to read your post. hope you continue to reflect on the past year as you go forward with.Do come and visit wellspring when you can.<br />Thank you for this final post. It sums up nicely what you&#39;ve learned, and I pray that God would continue to unfold His heart and plans for your life,So blessed to have been a small part of this journey of faith!I will be meeting you on your other blog&#8230;love the name!</p>
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		<title>By: nintendo dsi r4</title>
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		<dc:creator>nintendo dsi r4</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 07:24:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Great to read your post. hope you continue to reflect on the past year as you go forward with.Do come and visit wellspring when you can.&lt;br&gt;Thank you for this final post. It sums up nicely what you&#039;ve learned, and I pray that God would continue to unfold His heart and plans for your life,So blessed to have been a small part of this journey of faith!I will be meeting you on your other blog...love the name!&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great to read your post. hope you continue to reflect on the past year as you go forward with.Do come and visit wellspring when you can.<br />Thank you for this final post. It sums up nicely what you&#39;ve learned, and I pray that God would continue to unfold His heart and plans for your life,So blessed to have been a small part of this journey of faith!I will be meeting you on your other blog&#8230;love the name!</p>
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		<title>By: wholesaleclothing</title>
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		<dc:creator>wholesaleclothing</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 06:40:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The post  really nice , i like it ,thanks for sharing,thanks for your post, i will keep read your blog everyday<br /><a href="http://www.yocowholesale.com/" rel="nofollow">wholesale clothing</a><br /><a href="http://www.yocowholesale.com/" rel="nofollow">wholesale clothing distributors</a><br /><a href="http://www.yocowholesale.com/" rel="nofollow">wholesale Korean fashion</a></p>
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		<title>By: Alfredo Louro</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alfredo Louro</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 03:20:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Life is a journey. We leave things behind every day. If we become too attached to them, it only brings us sadness and suffering. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Turn the thought on its head. Why not try something today that you have never done before?&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Life is a journey. We leave things behind every day. If we become too attached to them, it only brings us sadness and suffering. </p>

<p>Turn the thought on its head. Why not try something today that you have never done before?</p>
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		<title>By: Alfredo Louro</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alfredo Louro</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Life is a journey. We leave things behind every day. If we become too attached to them, it only brings us sadness and suffering. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Turn the thought on its head. Why not try something today that you have never done before?&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Life is a journey. We leave things behind every day. If we become too attached to them, it only brings us sadness and suffering. </p>

<p>Turn the thought on its head. Why not try something today that you have never done before?</p>
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		<title>By: Marossity</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marossity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 18:25:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Wagons, bicycles, Santa Claus,... all things from the past. Even old girl friends from grade school and high school. Special teachers, long since passed away.
So what&#039;s to remember? And why? Those things are long gone. They directly affected us at the time, but now have nothing to do with our lives or decisions.
We grow and we go. 
Nothing lasts. Which is good. It means we forget pain, sorrow, hurt, sadness, etc.
As the old saying goes, &quot;Yesterday is a canceled check, tomorrow is a promissory note. Today is cash, spend it well.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wagons, bicycles, Santa Claus,&#8230; all things from the past. Even old girl friends from grade school and high school. Special teachers, long since passed away.
So what&#8217;s to remember? And why? Those things are long gone. They directly affected us at the time, but now have nothing to do with our lives or decisions.
We grow and we go. 
Nothing lasts. Which is good. It means we forget pain, sorrow, hurt, sadness, etc.
As the old saying goes, &#8220;Yesterday is a canceled check, tomorrow is a promissory note. Today is cash, spend it well.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Marossity</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marossity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Wagons, bicycles, Santa Claus,... all things from the past. Even old girl friends from grade school and high school. Special teachers, long since passed away.
So what&#039;s to remember? And why? Those things are long gone. They directly affected us at the time, but now have nothing to do with our lives or decisions.
We grow and we go. 
Nothing lasts. Which is good. It means we forget pain, sorrow, hurt, sadness, etc.
As the old saying goes, &quot;Yesterday is a canceled check, tomorrow is a promissory note. Today is cash, spend it well.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wagons, bicycles, Santa Claus,&#8230; all things from the past. Even old girl friends from grade school and high school. Special teachers, long since passed away.
So what&#8217;s to remember? And why? Those things are long gone. They directly affected us at the time, but now have nothing to do with our lives or decisions.
We grow and we go. 
Nothing lasts. Which is good. It means we forget pain, sorrow, hurt, sadness, etc.
As the old saying goes, &#8220;Yesterday is a canceled check, tomorrow is a promissory note. Today is cash, spend it well.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Eamon</title>
		<link>http://danielmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last/comment-page-1#comment-103615</link>
		<dc:creator>Eamon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 20:18:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I was just thinking about this the other day. I was walking betwween buildings and decided to take a shortcut, jumped down over a railing and walked along a path that had some obstacles. I got to thinking that between work, projects, taking care of the children etc I just don&#039;t &quot;play&quot; outside like I did when I was a kid. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I miss that.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was just thinking about this the other day. I was walking betwween buildings and decided to take a shortcut, jumped down over a railing and walked along a path that had some obstacles. I got to thinking that between work, projects, taking care of the children etc I just don&#8217;t &#8220;play&#8221; outside like I did when I was a kid. </p>

<p>I miss that.</p>
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		<title>By: Eamon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Eamon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I was just thinking about this the other day. I was walking betwween buildings and decided to take a shortcut, jumped down over a railing and walked along a path that had some obstacles. I got to thinking that between work, projects, taking care of the children etc I just don&#039;t &quot;play&quot; outside like I did when I was a kid. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I miss that.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was just thinking about this the other day. I was walking betwween buildings and decided to take a shortcut, jumped down over a railing and walked along a path that had some obstacles. I got to thinking that between work, projects, taking care of the children etc I just don&#8217;t &#8220;play&#8221; outside like I did when I was a kid. </p>

<p>I miss that.</p>
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		<title>By: Arik</title>
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		<dc:creator>Arik</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 18:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Never say never.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One day you may have kids.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-- Arik&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Never say never.</p>

<p>One day you may have kids.</p>

<p>&#8211; Arik</p>
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		<title>By: Arik</title>
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		<dc:creator>Arik</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Never say never.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One day you may have kids.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-- Arik&lt;/p&gt;
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<p>One day you may have kids.</p>

<p>&#8211; Arik</p>
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		<title>By: Maxo</title>
		<link>http://danielmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last/comment-page-1#comment-103226</link>
		<dc:creator>Maxo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 13:21:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;One of my great joys in life is finding an album I really love and listening the hell out of it.  Then one day it gets swapped by another album and I forget it even exists ... for a long time.  Then one day I rediscover it, put it on and find a joy I had not felt in a long time.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my great joys in life is finding an album I really love and listening the hell out of it.  Then one day it gets swapped by another album and I forget it even exists &#8230; for a long time.  Then one day I rediscover it, put it on and find a joy I had not felt in a long time.</p>
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		<title>By: Maxo</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maxo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;One of my great joys in life is finding an album I really love and listening the hell out of it.  Then one day it gets swapped by another album and I forget it even exists ... for a long time.  Then one day I rediscover it, put it on and find a joy I had not felt in a long time.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my great joys in life is finding an album I really love and listening the hell out of it.  Then one day it gets swapped by another album and I forget it even exists &#8230; for a long time.  Then one day I rediscover it, put it on and find a joy I had not felt in a long time.</p>
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		<title>By: TIMM</title>
		<link>http://danielmiessler.com/blog/was-the-last-time-your-last/comment-page-1#comment-103152</link>
		<dc:creator>TIMM</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 05:29:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I remember what i did the first thing after high school. I went to the local liquor store and bought potato chips and dip, and went to my mom&#039;s house with a friend. The first hour was spent just reflecting what was over.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Similarly, I remember the last day I wore a baseball uniform. I was given the let go from the college baseball tryouts, and I was kind of glad. my shoulder was worn out, and i couldn&#039;t throw the ball anymore, not like i used to. I was only 20 years old, but i had played baseball for 15 years of my life. I wore that uniform the rest of the day. When I took it off, it went into a drawer full of clothes that didn&#039;t fit anymore, and shortly thereafter, I moved away.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, if you do remember, you just can&#039;t shake it. Never.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-=T=-&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember what i did the first thing after high school. I went to the local liquor store and bought potato chips and dip, and went to my mom&#8217;s house with a friend. The first hour was spent just reflecting what was over.</p>

<p>Similarly, I remember the last day I wore a baseball uniform. I was given the let go from the college baseball tryouts, and I was kind of glad. my shoulder was worn out, and i couldn&#8217;t throw the ball anymore, not like i used to. I was only 20 years old, but i had played baseball for 15 years of my life. I wore that uniform the rest of the day. When I took it off, it went into a drawer full of clothes that didn&#8217;t fit anymore, and shortly thereafter, I moved away.</p>

<p>Sometimes, if you do remember, you just can&#8217;t shake it. Never.</p>

<p>-=T=-</p>
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		<title>By: TIMM</title>
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		<dc:creator>TIMM</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I remember what i did the first thing after high school. I went to the local liquor store and bought potato chips and dip, and went to my mom&#039;s house with a friend. The first hour was spent just reflecting what was over.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Similarly, I remember the last day I wore a baseball uniform. I was given the let go from the college baseball tryouts, and I was kind of glad. my shoulder was worn out, and i couldn&#039;t throw the ball anymore, not like i used to. I was only 20 years old, but i had played baseball for 15 years of my life. I wore that uniform the rest of the day. When I took it off, it went into a drawer full of clothes that didn&#039;t fit anymore, and shortly thereafter, I moved away.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, if you do remember, you just can&#039;t shake it. Never.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-=T=-&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember what i did the first thing after high school. I went to the local liquor store and bought potato chips and dip, and went to my mom&#8217;s house with a friend. The first hour was spent just reflecting what was over.</p>

<p>Similarly, I remember the last day I wore a baseball uniform. I was given the let go from the college baseball tryouts, and I was kind of glad. my shoulder was worn out, and i couldn&#8217;t throw the ball anymore, not like i used to. I was only 20 years old, but i had played baseball for 15 years of my life. I wore that uniform the rest of the day. When I took it off, it went into a drawer full of clothes that didn&#8217;t fit anymore, and shortly thereafter, I moved away.</p>

<p>Sometimes, if you do remember, you just can&#8217;t shake it. Never.</p>

<p>-=T=-</p>
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