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	<description>something's bound to happen...</description>
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		<title>By: Tonja Martin (Hall)</title>
		<link>http://ianwalk.com/2006/04/27/cuscowrite/comment-page-1/#comment-124</link>
		<dc:creator>Tonja Martin (Hall)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 13:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey, Ian,

I still just loooooove your site and all of its content.  Especially now that I am working for the MAC school district as an EA in the Sped./Migrant department and, yes, using my Spanish minor.
You are hilarious.

Tonja</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey, Ian,</p>
<p>I still just loooooove your site and all of its content.  Especially now that I am working for the MAC school district as an EA in the Sped./Migrant department and, yes, using my Spanish minor.<br />
You are hilarious.</p>
<p>Tonja</p>
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		<title>By: aj</title>
		<link>http://ianwalk.com/2006/04/27/cuscowrite/comment-page-1/#comment-105</link>
		<dc:creator>aj</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 May 2006 21:27:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ianito,

how wide the sky, my brother. i hear you whisper on the wind and feel an itch in my feet, reminding me of times gone by, times yet alive inside of me. to whom do you write? to me, of course. flashes of paris and santiago and tokyo, the old fused securely with the new, difficult sometimes to distinguish until i slow down and see. thanx bro. i needed that!

p.s. peter has a mohawk and says hi!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ianito,</p>
<p>how wide the sky, my brother. i hear you whisper on the wind and feel an itch in my feet, reminding me of times gone by, times yet alive inside of me. to whom do you write? to me, of course. flashes of paris and santiago and tokyo, the old fused securely with the new, difficult sometimes to distinguish until i slow down and see. thanx bro. i needed that!</p>
<p>p.s. peter has a mohawk and says hi!</p>
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