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		<title>May I have this dance?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Oct 2013 03:17:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>michellelk</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I saw him out of the corner of my eye, while I stood pretending to listen to the analyzing comments from those that had just arrived, while they surveyed the room for potential. I tried to listen to the conversation, yet I was distracted by the way he moved with such flair, confidence and intent. [...]]]></description>
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I saw him out of the corner of my eye, while I stood pretending to listen to the analyzing comments from those that had just arrived, while they surveyed the room for potential.</p>
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I tried to listen to the conversation, yet I was distracted by the way he moved with such flair, confidence and intent. The way he moved his hands when he spoke. The way he put his hand under his chin while listening to the one that engaged him.</p>
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When his conversation ended, he walked toward me, I inhaled holding my breath. As I opened my mouth to greet him, he walked past, not seeing, to ask another to dance&#8230;</p>
<p>Good night&#8230; Sweet dreams  XO</p>
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		<title>Sundays that make a difference</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jun 2013 04:49:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[6/9/2013&#8230;coffee was made for me with expertise&#8230;time stopped&#8230;I held my breath&#8230;I heard my own heart pounding&#8230;blissfully peaceful. 6/16/2013&#8230; 2 generations collide&#8230;dancing and singing&#8230; A first&#8230;time is racing&#8230;I couldn&#8217;t hear anything&#8230;blissfully thunderous. Two very different Sundays, both priceless. Both leaving me wanting, just one more minute. Good night&#8230; Sweet dreams&#8230; XO]]></description>
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<p><a href="http://greeneyesopen.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/20130621-001742.jpg"><img src="http://greeneyesopen.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/20130621-001742.jpg" alt="20130621-001742.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a> 6/16/2013&#8230; 2 generations collide&#8230;dancing and singing&#8230; A first&#8230;time is racing&#8230;I couldn&#8217;t hear anything&#8230;blissfully thunderous.</p>
<p>Two very different Sundays, both priceless. Both leaving me wanting, just one more minute.</p>
<p>Good night&#8230; Sweet dreams&#8230; XO</p>
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