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	<title>Comments on: My Sentiments</title>
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		<title>By: knowledge</title>
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		<description>I&#039;m a sentimental person and make no qualms about it to anyone. I&#039;ve lost count of the number of letters and cards I have stored in an old chest. I keep it locked for good measure and I consider these things apart of my past that I get to look back on and read some day. It&#039;s history. I get to remember in greater detail what life was like during a certain time. It&#039;s a beautiful thing and it doesn&#039;t leave quite as much to the imagination when we get that urge to remember. What better way to get a sense of understanding.
.-= knowledge&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://studwithswag.com/2564/in-my-twenties/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;In My Twenties&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m a sentimental person and make no qualms about it to anyone. I&#8217;ve lost count of the number of letters and cards I have stored in an old chest. I keep it locked for good measure and I consider these things apart of my past that I get to look back on and read some day. It&#8217;s history. I get to remember in greater detail what life was like during a certain time. It&#8217;s a beautiful thing and it doesn&#8217;t leave quite as much to the imagination when we get that urge to remember. What better way to get a sense of understanding.<br />
.-= knowledge&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://studwithswag.com/2564/in-my-twenties/" rel="nofollow">In My Twenties</a> =-.</p>
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