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	<title>Comments on: blackberry kisses</title>
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	<description>a dreamer.  a traveller.  one who dares to change the world.</description>
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		<title>By: Trava</title>
		<link>http://emilywithaheart.com/2008/06/18/blackberry-kisses/comment-page-1/#comment-449</link>
		<dc:creator>Trava</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 14:54:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The Book Club is a great idea.  I just hope you write one.  I&#039;d buy the first one!  Of course you&#039;d have to sign it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Book Club is a great idea.  I just hope you write one.  I&#8217;d buy the first one!  Of course you&#8217;d have to sign it!</p>
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		<title>By: Brittany</title>
		<link>http://emilywithaheart.com/2008/06/18/blackberry-kisses/comment-page-1/#comment-446</link>
		<dc:creator>Brittany</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 02:49:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You should start Emily&#039;s Book Club. It would be like Oprah&#039;s, but for kids books.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You should start Emily&#8217;s Book Club. It would be like Oprah&#8217;s, but for kids books.</p>
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		<title>By: Summer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Summer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 18:24:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Em, my favorite part of the post: &quot;two or nine handfuls later.&quot; I can definitely buy into your dream. I think some of the simplest pleasures come from nature, and I hope to pass that on to my own children some day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Em, my favorite part of the post: &#8220;two or nine handfuls later.&#8221; I can definitely buy into your dream. I think some of the simplest pleasures come from nature, and I hope to pass that on to my own children some day.</p>
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		<title>By: Lou</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lou</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 17:24:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wonderful story!  Blackberries hold wonderful memories for me as well.  I used to stay with Grand Dorse during the summer while mother was at work.  I have very vivid and destinct memories of summer days with my Grandmother Dorothy.  Grandmother Dorothy is what I always called her until the last few years.  Now back to my memories:  We spent several summer mornings in the blackberry patch and later we would enjoy jellies and cobblers that were simply out of this world.

More memories:  
Sitting under those huge trees while Grand Dorse, Aunt Ruth, Aunt Louise, and Aunt Gladys cut corn of to put up.
A table full of hot fresh food and hay hawlers gathered aroung praising MY grandmother for such a great meal.

I miss my Grand Dorse terribly!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful story!  Blackberries hold wonderful memories for me as well.  I used to stay with Grand Dorse during the summer while mother was at work.  I have very vivid and destinct memories of summer days with my Grandmother Dorothy.  Grandmother Dorothy is what I always called her until the last few years.  Now back to my memories:  We spent several summer mornings in the blackberry patch and later we would enjoy jellies and cobblers that were simply out of this world.</p>
<p>More memories:<br />
Sitting under those huge trees while Grand Dorse, Aunt Ruth, Aunt Louise, and Aunt Gladys cut corn of to put up.<br />
A table full of hot fresh food and hay hawlers gathered aroung praising MY grandmother for such a great meal.</p>
<p>I miss my Grand Dorse terribly!</p>
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