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	<title>Comments on: When Hope Hurts</title>
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		<title>By: Denise Jackson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Denise Jackson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2012 00:18:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We could all use more hope in our lives! &lt;3]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We could all use more hope in our lives! &lt;3</p>
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		<title>By: Adrienne Daly</title>
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		<dc:creator>Adrienne Daly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2012 22:04:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.

I&#039;ve heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hope is the thing with feathers<br />
That perches in the soul,<br />
And sings the tune&#8211;without the words,<br />
And never stops at all,</p>
<p>And sweetest in the gale is heard;<br />
And sore must be the storm<br />
That could abash the little bird<br />
That kept so many warm.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve heard it in the chillest land,<br />
And on the strangest sea;<br />
Yet, never, in extremity,<br />
It asked a crumb of me.</p>
<p>-Emily Dickinson</p>
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