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	<title>Comments on: Snow Day Ballet</title>
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		<title>By: Melissa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Melissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 04:08:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>PS

Amelia looks like her mom in the &#039;gorgeous&#039; shot. We have good genes (on all sides)!</description>
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<p>Amelia looks like her mom in the &#8216;gorgeous&#8217; shot. We have good genes (on all sides)!</p>
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		<title>By: Melissa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Melissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 04:07:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember jumping over the shoes. We were supposed to be flying leaves. You always glided over the shoes with grace. I fell, skinned my knee and cried. My agility must have improved, as I run easily on all sorts of crazy trails with unexpected things to jump over and around, daytime and night.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember jumping over the shoes. We were supposed to be flying leaves. You always glided over the shoes with grace. I fell, skinned my knee and cried. My agility must have improved, as I run easily on all sorts of crazy trails with unexpected things to jump over and around, daytime and night.</p>
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