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	<title>Comments for Ariosa, my comments.</title>
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		<title>Comment on Oh so much fun by the wind</title>
		<link>http://blog.ariosa.us/2007/04/23/oh-so-much-fun/#comment-84</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:05:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>What a shame, as I had missed you so in the winter.  With the warm sun comes my longing to drift, to float lazily and slip in and out of familiar places where I have smiled before. An escape is planned, far from the norm, and although I softly call out with the clink of the rigging on the mast and wait for a response, I hear nothing but the echo of my efforts fading toward land.  Nature is funny that way, and with karma as her guide, the wind is fair and follows the seas that lead her...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a shame, as I had missed you so in the winter.  With the warm sun comes my longing to drift, to float lazily and slip in and out of familiar places where I have smiled before. An escape is planned, far from the norm, and although I softly call out with the clink of the rigging on the mast and wait for a response, I hear nothing but the echo of my efforts fading toward land.  Nature is funny that way, and with karma as her guide, the wind is fair and follows the seas that lead her&#8230;
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		<title>Comment on Parts, parts, and more parts by the wind</title>
		<link>http://blog.ariosa.us/2006/04/18/parts-parts-and-more-parts/#comment-2</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2006 03:32:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I softly dance in across the water tonight looking for a place to land, 
to glide, if you will, for awhile and admire the sights around me. I
slip through the threads of a torn sail and watch the boat below me 
rock in peaceful rhythm, a child who dozes sleepily on my hip. Such things to
marvel at, if they only took the time~the glint of the water as it reflects
on the masses of hulls, the soft glow of lights inside homes where sleep 
has not touched the sailors inside, awake and plotting their next great 
voyage. I whisper into the grass on the hill and rustle the top of the men
strolling along the dock, just so they know I am here. One of them shivers, 
then smiles, and I move on, with the *ting ting* on the masts becoming 
distant on my back as I sweep back out to larger seas that call...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I softly dance in across the water tonight looking for a place to land,<br />
to glide, if you will, for awhile and admire the sights around me. I<br />
slip through the threads of a torn sail and watch the boat below me<br />
rock in peaceful rhythm, a child who dozes sleepily on my hip. Such things to<br />
marvel at, if they only took the time~the glint of the water as it reflects<br />
on the masses of hulls, the soft glow of lights inside homes where sleep<br />
has not touched the sailors inside, awake and plotting their next great<br />
voyage. I whisper into the grass on the hill and rustle the top of the men<br />
strolling along the dock, just so they know I am here. One of them shivers,<br />
then smiles, and I move on, with the *ting ting* on the masts becoming<br />
distant on my back as I sweep back out to larger seas that call&#8230;
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