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	<title>Comments on: I Still Look For Your Fingerprints Part II</title>
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	<description>Taking All Your Base Since 2002</description>
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		<title>By: K</title>
		<link>http://www.dyers.org/blog/archives/2007/08/27/i-still-look-for-your-fingerprints-part-ii/#comment-26233</link>
		<dc:creator>K</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 14:27:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am afraid to look at that blog post. I may do it later on ...

This post made me think of my grandma, who was essentially my parent along with my mom.  I miss her every day and it&#039;s the tiny, seemingly insignificant moments, her almost mournful humming in the mornings as she made breakfast, her little sayings and jokes that I&#039;ve seemed to pick up myself in adulthood. Those are the things that stick with me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am afraid to look at that blog post. I may do it later on &#8230;</p>
<p>This post made me think of my grandma, who was essentially my parent along with my mom.  I miss her every day and it&#8217;s the tiny, seemingly insignificant moments, her almost mournful humming in the mornings as she made breakfast, her little sayings and jokes that I&#8217;ve seemed to pick up myself in adulthood. Those are the things that stick with me.</p>
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		<title>By: Jon</title>
		<link>http://www.dyers.org/blog/archives/2007/08/27/i-still-look-for-your-fingerprints-part-ii/#comment-26161</link>
		<dc:creator>Jon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:05:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Kerry.  I accidentally came across the Chris post just last week and welled right up like a baby girl.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Kerry.  I accidentally came across the Chris post just last week and welled right up like a baby girl.</p>
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		<title>By: Kerry</title>
		<link>http://www.dyers.org/blog/archives/2007/08/27/i-still-look-for-your-fingerprints-part-ii/#comment-26135</link>
		<dc:creator>Kerry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 23:27:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>jesus that&#039;s intense.  too intense.
the blog is just really... well, intense.

and, i don&#039;t know if this answers your question, but it&#039;s never the big things in chris&#039;s life i remember..nor the moments caught on film.  it&#039;s the little tiny moments that no one realized were moments at the time.  so, perhaps you&#039;re right; it is the idle moments that make us what we are.  it&#039;s at least true in my memories of chris.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>jesus that&#8217;s intense.  too intense.<br />
the blog is just really&#8230; well, intense.</p>
<p>and, i don&#8217;t know if this answers your question, but it&#8217;s never the big things in chris&#8217;s life i remember..nor the moments caught on film.  it&#8217;s the little tiny moments that no one realized were moments at the time.  so, perhaps you&#8217;re right; it is the idle moments that make us what we are.  it&#8217;s at least true in my memories of chris.</p>
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