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		<title>Words.</title>
		<link>http://posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com/2011/09/05/1074/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 15:58:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=1074&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Yes it does.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 23:44:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>How to become a Bibliophile</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 11:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I am a product of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them. There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=1052&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>On June</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 17:25:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers: Of April, May, of June and July-flowers. I sing of maypoles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. (Robert Herrick)<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=1038&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Memorial</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 12:15:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea, We two will pass through [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=979&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>On duty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 15:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Try to do your duty, and you’ll know right away what you amount to.  And what is your duty?  Whatever the day calls for.&#8221; ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=1023&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Eton Mess</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 18:02:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com/?p=1008</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I have always found everything about this dessert fascinating, from the name to the ingredients &#8211; though I confess to having actually tasted it only in my dreams. I plan to remedy that, one day very soon. Because seriously, can one ever have too much double cream?<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=1008&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ouch.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 17:13:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“To require perfection is to invite paralysis. The pattern is predictable: as you see error in what you have done, you steer your work toward what you imagine you can do perfectly. You cling ever more tightly to what you already know you can do – away from risk and exploration, and possibly further from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=996&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>And this is love</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2011 17:46:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.&#8221; ~Joseph Joubert<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=990&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>On being alone, but not lonely</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 13:10:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“But solitude was nearly always at my command, somewhere in the garden or somewhere in my house.” ~C.S. Lewis<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=posttraumaticlifedisorder.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3679658&amp;post=971&amp;subd=posttraumaticlifedisorder&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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