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	<title>Comments on: The joys of wood fires</title>
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		<title>By: JenniferW</title>
		<link>http://www.speedofcreativity.org/2007/02/02/the-joys-of-wood-fires/#comment-30540</link>
		<dc:creator>JenniferW</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:41:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Grins -- Can't decide what I am enjoying more -- 

the family photo or the crackling fireplace..................

either way -- that is a picture that will warm our hearts for a long time.

Thanks for sharing.
Jennifer</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Grins &#8212; Can&#8217;t decide what I am enjoying more &#8212; </p>
<p>the family photo or the crackling fireplace&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>either way &#8212; that is a picture that will warm our hearts for a long time.</p>
<p>Thanks for sharing.<br />
Jennifer</p>
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		<title>By: Miss Profe</title>
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		<dc:creator>Miss Profe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 11:36:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I, too, enjoy wood fires.  The most vivid memory I have of one of my college visits as a then-prospective students was the roaring fire in the fireplace of the Admissions Building Waiting Room.  And, although my parents have a fireplace, it  has never been lit in the almost 26 years that they have resided there: Mom doesn't want the fireplace to get dirty! Oh, well.:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I, too, enjoy wood fires.  The most vivid memory I have of one of my college visits as a then-prospective students was the roaring fire in the fireplace of the Admissions Building Waiting Room.  And, although my parents have a fireplace, it  has never been lit in the almost 26 years that they have resided there: Mom doesn&#8217;t want the fireplace to get dirty! Oh, well.:)</p>
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