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	<title>Comments on: This Morning</title>
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	<description>Listening to The Voice Within</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 11:29:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: One</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/this-morning-time.htm#comment-53487</link>
		<dc:creator>One</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 18:57:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ha ha! The laughter I know. Thats one of my favorite brews too. 

I'm sure one can draw on laughter without a joke.

One Love</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ha ha! The laughter I know. Thats one of my favorite brews too. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m sure one can draw on laughter without a joke.</p>
<p>One Love</p>
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		<title>By: Jochen</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/this-morning-time.htm#comment-53401</link>
		<dc:creator>Jochen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 21:07:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Like something slowly gathering somewhere almost out of sight. Outwardly, perhaps no perceptible changes at all. Inwardly, a very strange sense of the whole landscape shifting so slowly that you cannot be sure of anything - it might just be imagined. Sometimes I would prefer some little but clear-cut change I could at least put my finger on. But then, I need my fingers for typing this and so much more.

I resonate strongly with both Emilia's and Jack's words. Paradise lost and all that feeling entails. Living in Paradise - sniffing the air to find out what that might be like. And all the while a huge laughter seems to be brewing deep down. What's the joke?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Like something slowly gathering somewhere almost out of sight. Outwardly, perhaps no perceptible changes at all. Inwardly, a very strange sense of the whole landscape shifting so slowly that you cannot be sure of anything - it might just be imagined. Sometimes I would prefer some little but clear-cut change I could at least put my finger on. But then, I need my fingers for typing this and so much more.</p>
<p>I resonate strongly with both Emilia&#8217;s and Jack&#8217;s words. Paradise lost and all that feeling entails. Living in Paradise - sniffing the air to find out what that might be like. And all the while a huge laughter seems to be brewing deep down. What&#8217;s the joke?</p>
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		<title>By: Jack van Raders</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/this-morning-time.htm#comment-53396</link>
		<dc:creator>Jack van Raders</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 20:14:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Livng now in Paradise, surrounded by Love and beauty, I sometimes remember what life was, but then I thank God for all my lessons and Thank GoD for where we got too. I can now relax and enjoy and LOVE to you ALL   Jack</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Livng now in Paradise, surrounded by Love and beauty, I sometimes remember what life was, but then I thank God for all my lessons and Thank GoD for where we got too. I can now relax and enjoy and LOVE to you ALL   Jack</p>
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		<title>By: Emilia</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/this-morning-time.htm#comment-53394</link>
		<dc:creator>Emilia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 19:18:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Once the sweetness of life was to me the torment of a lost paradise, now it is the reflection of paradise regained. Huge are the changes that this awareness involves. But in my core I am the same I was as a child.
Love
Emilia</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once the sweetness of life was to me the torment of a lost paradise, now it is the reflection of paradise regained. Huge are the changes that this awareness involves. But in my core I am the same I was as a child.<br />
Love<br />
Emilia</p>
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