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	<title>Comments on: Waxing poetic at the Sandpiper Lodge</title>
	<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2008/04/03/waxing-poetic-at-the-sandpiper-lodge/</link>
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	<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 02:51:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Cynthia</title>
		<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2008/04/03/waxing-poetic-at-the-sandpiper-lodge/#comment-294393</link>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 02:41:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Hugo, I'm guilty of trolling lately on your site, love reading your blog. Thanks for this poem on aging. I lost my mom this year and feel like my face reflects the map of grief with a harsher, harder reality that causes things that are sweet to be all the more sweeter. I feel like the pictures of President Lincoln, AFTER he was president and wore the weight of the new world on his shoulders. Ah,well. All the best. Cynthia</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Hugo, I&#8217;m guilty of trolling lately on your site, love reading your blog. Thanks for this poem on aging. I lost my mom this year and feel like my face reflects the map of grief with a harsher, harder reality that causes things that are sweet to be all the more sweeter. I feel like the pictures of President Lincoln, AFTER he was president and wore the weight of the new world on his shoulders. Ah,well. All the best. Cynthia</p>
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		<title>By: Mark</title>
		<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2008/04/03/waxing-poetic-at-the-sandpiper-lodge/#comment-292992</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 19:44:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That's such a beautiful and encouraging sentiment. I remember, when about 15 years old, I naively decided that I was just about an adult. Nothing new to grow into; this was it. 

At 22 I know life would be unbearable without the depth that age brings. "Still so much more to come."</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s such a beautiful and encouraging sentiment. I remember, when about 15 years old, I naively decided that I was just about an adult. Nothing new to grow into; this was it. </p>
<p>At 22 I know life would be unbearable without the depth that age brings. &#8220;Still so much more to come.&#8221;</p>
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