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	<title>Comments on: A Bittersweet Indulgence</title>
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	<description>To be equivocal is to truly live.</description>
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		<title>By: Xibee</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-29745</link>
		<dc:creator>Xibee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 19:08:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t know how I didn&#039;t bump into this entry sooner.... it is .... totally arresting. 

Once a long time ago, a high school creative writing teacher of mine wrote in my yearbook under my picture:
 
&quot;Ah, well.  Perhaps in another life.&quot; 

 It was years before I looked at it and realized what he&#039;d meant, and that I meant something large to him.

That is what I would put under your picture now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t know how I didn&#8217;t bump into this entry sooner&#8230;. it is &#8230;. totally arresting. </p>
<p>Once a long time ago, a high school creative writing teacher of mine wrote in my yearbook under my picture:</p>
<p>&#8220;Ah, well.  Perhaps in another life.&#8221; </p>
<p> It was years before I looked at it and realized what he&#8217;d meant, and that I meant something large to him.</p>
<p>That is what I would put under your picture now.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26492</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 03:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You&#039;re exactly right. They each win in their own way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;re exactly right. They each win in their own way.</p>
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		<title>By: joe</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26486</link>
		<dc:creator>joe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 05:39:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The real achievers are usually the ones who simply get satisfaction out of what they do, not the ones who thrive to achieve.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The real achievers are usually the ones who simply get satisfaction out of what they do, not the ones who thrive to achieve.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26476</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 19:46:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;strong&gt;@Causalien&lt;/strong&gt; &#8212; I used to give up whenever I saw a breathtaking photograph, heard a virtuoso piano player, or experienced any other level of art I knew I would never be able to achieve.

Now, I try to let it inspire, not discourage, me. I&#039;ve learned that I don&#039;t have to be the best at something to feel satisfied. It will never get me as far as some, but at least I&#039;ll be happy doing it.

&lt;strong&gt;@Lucy&lt;/strong&gt; &#8212; Your comment means a great deal to me. I feel like knowing this brings a justification to my existence.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>@Causalien</strong> &mdash; I used to give up whenever I saw a breathtaking photograph, heard a virtuoso piano player, or experienced any other level of art I knew I would never be able to achieve.</p>
<p>Now, I try to let it inspire, not discourage, me. I&#8217;ve learned that I don&#8217;t have to be the best at something to feel satisfied. It will never get me as far as some, but at least I&#8217;ll be happy doing it.</p>
<p><strong>@Lucy</strong> &mdash; Your comment means a great deal to me. I feel like knowing this brings a justification to my existence.</p>
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		<title>By: Lucy</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26475</link>
		<dc:creator>Lucy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:34:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are significant and affecting to me.....and to many others I&#039;m sure.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are significant and affecting to me&#8230;..and to many others I&#8217;m sure.</p>
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		<title>By: Causalien</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26470</link>
		<dc:creator>Causalien</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:54:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is the reason why I don&#039;t write emotional posts. Can&#039;t compare.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the reason why I don&#8217;t write emotional posts. Can&#8217;t compare.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26468</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 13:58:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;strong&gt;@The Invisible Girl&lt;/strong&gt; &#8212; Thank you. The one subject I tend to write about most often is emotions, so to find out that they come through my words brings me tremendous satisfaction.

&lt;strong&gt;@Zaira&lt;/strong&gt; &#8212; I&#039;m glad you enjoy these entries, perhaps as much as I enjoy writing them. I think this muse knows, but perhaps doesn&#039;t fully understand yet how special she is.

If only we could all be so significant and affecting.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>@The Invisible Girl</strong> &mdash; Thank you. The one subject I tend to write about most often is emotions, so to find out that they come through my words brings me tremendous satisfaction.</p>
<p><strong>@Zaira</strong> &mdash; I&#8217;m glad you enjoy these entries, perhaps as much as I enjoy writing them. I think this muse knows, but perhaps doesn&#8217;t fully understand yet how special she is.</p>
<p>If only we could all be so significant and affecting.</p>
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		<title>By: Zaira</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26465</link>
		<dc:creator>Zaira</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 05:06:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the sex/relationship/yearning entries.

I hope  that whoever this muse is knows that she is loved and appreciated and inspiring this kind of energy.

Ugh, I need to inspire someone toute suite!

thank you...your words envelop the emotions like silk....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the sex/relationship/yearning entries.</p>
<p>I hope  that whoever this muse is knows that she is loved and appreciated and inspiring this kind of energy.</p>
<p>Ugh, I need to inspire someone toute suite!</p>
<p>thank you&#8230;your words envelop the emotions like silk&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: The Invisible Girl</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26462</link>
		<dc:creator>The Invisible Girl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 23:09:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is beautiful. You have a way with words. I love when something is so well written that the rest of the world just melts away till all thats left is the raw emotion that words can often ignite.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is beautiful. You have a way with words. I love when something is so well written that the rest of the world just melts away till all thats left is the raw emotion that words can often ignite.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff</title>
		<link>http://equivocality.com/2008/06/15/a-bittersweet-indulgence/#comment-26461</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 22:03:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Me too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Me too.</p>
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