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	<title>Comments on: for the love of&#8230;</title>
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	<description>doctoral candidate in rhetoric and scientific and technical communication</description>
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		<title>By: sage</title>
		<link>http://darmfield.com/2005/for-the-love-of/#comment-2423</link>
		<dc:creator>sage</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 05:01:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Have you read Craig Childs?  I agree with you on the love of water and there is nothing like the desert to make you appreciate it</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have you read Craig Childs?  I agree with you on the love of water and there is nothing like the desert to make you appreciate it</p>
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		<title>By: Whirlbrain</title>
		<link>http://darmfield.com/2005/for-the-love-of/#comment-2422</link>
		<dc:creator>Whirlbrain</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 02:13:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was little in Chicago, my Mom would say a little rhyme when it rained: Rain, Rain, Go away, come again another day.

I dont utter those words here.

I&#039;m still waiting for snow in the Catalinas (which, of course means rain in the valley). I need pics, dammit!

I&#039;d go on about the monsoon, but I&#039;ll be doing that in season ad nauseum at my site.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was little in Chicago, my Mom would say a little rhyme when it rained: Rain, Rain, Go away, come again another day.</p>
<p>I dont utter those words here.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m still waiting for snow in the Catalinas (which, of course means rain in the valley). I need pics, dammit!</p>
<p>I&#8217;d go on about the monsoon, but I&#8217;ll be doing that in season ad nauseum at my site.</p>
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		<title>By: Bella</title>
		<link>http://darmfield.com/2005/for-the-love-of/#comment-2421</link>
		<dc:creator>Bella</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 00:26:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ever since I was little, I&#039;ve always ran outside to play in the rain.  I used to pull my mom out of bed in the middle of the night to dance in the rain with me.  I bet she&#039;s really happy I&#039;m not home to do that anymore.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ever since I was little, I&#8217;ve always ran outside to play in the rain.  I used to pull my mom out of bed in the middle of the night to dance in the rain with me.  I bet she&#8217;s really happy I&#8217;m not home to do that anymore.</p>
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