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                <title>The Poet</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:27:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I rather miss the poet in me.<br /><br />I do not, for a second,<br />miss the pain...<br />but I miss the way the emotions I felt<br />swirled through and around me<br />trying to find their way<br />out of me...<br /><br />It is a tremendous accomplishment<br />for me to acknowledge<br />that my current happiness <br />has stripped away my <br /><i><b>need</b></i><br />for poetry...<br />At this moment,<br />I have no need to define my emotions.<br />I am simply content;<br />there is nothing particularly poetic<br />in that.<br />I suppose it is narcissistic of me<br />to assume that I am most beautiful<br />when I am expressing a primal misery...<br />that happiness itself cannot be<br />as magestic as sorrow...<br /><br />.... it is a strange realization <br />that I would rather be happy<br />than poetic... <br />and yet <br />in every moment of that old misery <br /><i>(even then, I knew)</i><br />I would have chosen happiness<br />over anything else<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>15 Days</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 16:59:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have been in my house for<br />15 days<br />and this is the first time that<br />it felt <i><b> real</b></i><br />I just walked every foot of my yard<br />and touched every tree<br />and thanked each part<br />for existing.<br /><br />This is the first <b>home</b> I've known<br />since the house of my childhood<br />... and I feel worthy of it.<br />I am so much more than<br />just good enough<br />to be here, to live here...<br />This is where I belong<br />and I cannot describe in words<br />the happiness that I am feeling...<br /><br />... the content that I am feeling...<br /><br />.. how <i><b>right</b></i> this feels....<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>Closing May 23rd, 2008</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:36:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The completeness I feel <br />is warm and fluid and bouyant;<br />I am exactly ready <br />to settle into my life's groove<br />and be<br />just right<br />all of the time.<br /><br />I am no longer amazed<br />at how happy I am... it just <b><i>is</i></b><br />and it's hard, now, to remember<br />when my life wasn't like this.<br /><br />Once or twice in three million breaths<br />I gently poke the scars in my heart<br />to see if they still hurt<br />and every time I do,<br /><i>every time</i><br />I can't stop the silly little grin<br />that flies across my lips<br />from the utter absence of pain.<br /><br />I have every particle of my Past & Present<br />packed in boxes,<br />ready to settle in to my new house<br />and the rest of my<br />warm and bouyant life...<br />I've never been this happy<br />and I've never appreciated happiness this much<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 17:25:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>"There comes a point where you just love someone.  Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really.  You just love them.  It doesn't mean you'll be together forever.  It doesn't mean that you won't hurt each other.  It just means you love them."</b><br />
<br />
-Laurell K. Hamilton, <i>Incubus Dreams</i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dreaming of a tea cart</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:33:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Last night I dreamt that I was barefoot in a light summer dress, lying on my stomach across a tea cart with my ankles delicately crossed above my back, and I was flying slap-dash down a rocky hillside on an asphalt path barely wider than the wheels of my cart.  I steered unerringly, shifting my body weight and laughing as I heard hoots of approval from several lookers-on.  Just as I was slowing to a stop, I executed a flawless dismount, landing on my bare feet with the grace of a dancer, utterly composed and brilliantly pleased with myself.<br />
<br />
It exhilarates me to no end that, even subconsciously, I have <i><b>that</b></i> much confidence in my own innate abilities! <br />
<br />
Today was a very fine day, and I'm thinking tomorrow will be a grand one as well...  <br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>070707</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 21:36:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ We make our own luck, I believe.<br />
<br />
I am lucky, <i>so lucky</i>, to have everything that I have.  I know for a fact that I am loved, and that I am utterly deserving of such love. I have all of the basic things one needs to be successful in life; steady income, good credit, healthy eating habits, good friends, etc.  I am lucky to have developed the ability to see the good in all of the bad moments in my life, and am lucky to have the intelligence to appreciate every moment I have, regardless of the emotion tied to each moment. I have my looks, my sense of humor, my health, and my cat.  I am very lucky, indeed.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>It's not a "health kick"</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 17:27:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ .... it's a lifestyle change.  It's been slow coming, too, but sometimes that's just how I roll.  <br />
<br />
It started small... I stopped drinking soda.  That was it; the only change I made.  I sill drank it, even... but only with alcohol.  Then I started trying to cook at home more, rather than eating fast food, even though that was far easier (and tastier, really, until I started to <i>enjoy</i> learning how to cook)... and so.  Many small changes later, and I find myself drinking water all of the time, with every meal, and can't even remember the last time I ate at McDonald's.  I eat things like cottage cheese and pineapple for breakfast, and I'm dying to try this recipe for couscous... when did I turn into this uber-healthy girly girl?  And why the hell didn't I turn into her sooner??  I feel utterly happy when I'm done working out, and it's not just emotional improvement; my skin is glowing, my hair is all shiny and my energy is fantastic.  I'm totally additcted to this.<br />
<br />
It has never felt so good to be <i><b>alive</b></i>.   <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Treadmills and medicine balls</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 10:01:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... okay, so being within my "target weight" does not automatically mean I am "healthy" if I can't go up two flights of stairs without being winded and having one or more muscles spasm from the abuse. I'm not healthy, and I want to fix that.<br />
<br />
Quitting smoking was the first step.  CHECK!  My lungs are feeling perkier, my car and house smell so much nicer, and I'm saving approximately $75.00 per month.  Which is good, because I just signed up for a GYM MEMBERSHIP, and it already feels healthier to be spending money on sweat than on lung cancer.  <br />
<br />
But, I have realized that just like quitting smoking, one has to have a certain frame of mind to be able to go to a gym five days a week and sweat/jiggle/groan/struggle in front of other people.  The desire to BE HEALTHY must outweigh any social phobias.  Once I was at that point, it was pretty easy for me to sign up for the whole gym membership package deal, complete with a personal trainer.  My first session with her was a few days ago, and right now I can feel every single muscle in my poor little body each and every time I move even an inch... shit, I didn't even know how to use some of these muscles, and she had me flexing every damn one of them. I gasp a little everytime I get up from the toilet, and it takes me a little longer to walk from my bedroom to my kitchen, but you know what?  It feels AWESOME.  I'm so totally worth the aches and pains and money.<br />
<br />
I am very excited about the HEALTHY Kristina.    <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>If...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 20:18:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ .... I uploaded a bunch of photos, would y'all tell me what you think?  I need to know what I'm doing wrong, what I'm doing right, and how to get the most out of being both the model AND the photographer... <br />
<br />
I used to be a model, but it's been so long I've forgotten how to pose.  I've never been able to take a pic that wasn't fuzzy, so I know I'm trying to take on A HELLUVA LOT here... that's why I need your help.<br />
<br />
I can take the brutal honest truth, because I don't have a whole lot vested in this yet.  So, be HONEST with me.  Can you do that?  Is anyone even remotely interested in seeing a few dozen pics of me being pretty in my bathroom after a bottle of wine?<br />
<br />
... I'm in sore need of some feedback, and there isn't anybody better than YOU GUYS.<br />
<br />
Let me know.  I won't upload my Bathroom Wine pics unless 1) someone wants to see 'em, and 2) someone(s) can tell me I SUCK ASS if I really do.  I'ma big girl, I can take it.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>Spark</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 19:47:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>She's addicted to nicotine patches...</i><br /><br />... OK, so my plan <b>was</b> to quit smoking on Valentine's Day, because 1) it's important to have a day I can remember so I can track how well I'm doing, and 2) I'm single and would rather try to be healthy than bitterly envious on this most dreaded of holidays to be single on.  (I don't particularly appreciate this holiday to begin with, even were I to have someone in my life to send me flowers and chocolates and whatever... I'm opposed to anything that makes someone feel <i>obligated</i> to show me affection.  It's a commericalized guilt-trip, a celebrated mind-game.  Boo!  I'd be far more giddy to hear the person I love tell me, "Happy every day" than "Happy Valentine's Day".)  <br />
<br />
I digress.  Sorry.  Back to quitting smoking.<br />
<br />
... what happened was, I ran out of cigarettes this afternoon; since I already have my "Nicotine Transdermal System" handy and waiting, I decided to quit smoking TODAY rather than buying another two packs of cigarettes to last me until Wednesday.  This is the first time I've seriously tried quitting with the patch (I vaguely remember trying a patch a few years ago, but the details are fuzzy; I probably only wore it for a minute or so) and now, after almost two hours wearing one, I find myself hyper-aware of this <i><b>thing</b></i> on my arm; I don't know if I've suddenly become a hypochondriac, but a part of me is actully waiting for my arm to fall completely off.  The box warns me that I may experience "vivid dreams or other sleep distrubances" and another part of me (the part that isn't worried about my arm falling off) is rather looking forward to a bit of LSD-like dreaming.  Pragmatically, I should listen to the non-paranoid part of me and try to get some sleep; I'll log another journal entry sometime tomorrow to let y'all know how my night went, even if I have to type with one hand.<br />
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I am determined to quit smoking, dammit.  Wish me luck.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>February 3, 2007</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:20:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Scorpio (October 23 - November 21)<br /><br /><i><b>You may be anxious to fit things in your life into pigeon holes, dear Scorpio. When it comes to matters of love and romance, this may be hard to do, especially on a day like today. Call upon your pioneering spirit to seek something new and not limit yourself to what you originally had in mind. Perhaps there is something bigger and better waiting for you. You will only find it if you dare to accept something outside of the mold. </b></i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>Jan 17, 2007</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 16:23:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Scorpio (October 23 - November 21)<br /><br /><i><b>Just because one person is no longer a part of your life does not mean that all people are unreliable. People change, as do situations. It is possible that this person was no longer a healthy influence, in which case the departure is for the best. You're going to have to become more adaptable, dear Scorpio, because there are more changes on the horizon</b></i><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The last time it snowed</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 19:29:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It was a Sunday morning<br />
I woke up warm and sleepy<br />
surrounded by blankets <br />
and you<br />
<br />
The perfect morning<br />
to stay wrapped up in you<br />
inside me in that everlasting<br />
beautiful way of yours<br />
<br />
Toasty and satiated, I remember<br />
walking out of your bedroom<br />
to see the snow falling outside<br />
The first Id seen in far too long<br />
<br />
I ran outside and played like a child<br />
snowflakes in my eyes, all over me<br />
everything about that moment<br />
was paradisiacal bliss<br />
<br />
It may have snowed since then<br />
but that was the last snow <br />
I remember<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>Healthy, weatlhy and wise</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 10:18:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For the first time in my life<br />
I am not drowning in a sea of turmoil<br />
nor flying high on a magic carpet of love<br />
nor mindlessly numb in a deserted emptiness<br />
<br />
... and right now, not having any of those things<br />
to write about<br />
makes me indescribably happy  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
<br />
I rather like being at peace.  It's a nice place;<br />
I think I'll live here for a while<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>New chapter</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 10:46:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 99.9% of the poetry I have submitted here on dA has been about someone who is now no longer any part of my life... and so, in order to close this chapter of my life, I need to stop re-reading it over and over again (trying to find my Fatal Flaw which never really existed in the first place) and put it away in its proper place of honor in my Closet of Memories (top shelf, smack in the middle so that it's the first thing I see when I close my eyes).  It was a <i><b>really good</b></i> chapter, and I learned more about life and myself in that chapter than all my other chapters combined.  I am sad for the ending of it, but excited to see what the new chapter has in store for me...<br />
<br />
... all is well in my world.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sun.gif" width="30" height="30" alt=":sun:" title="Sun" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>At the end of every day</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Aug 2006 08:41:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "My favorite part was <i><b>everything.</b></i>"<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sun.gif" width="30" height="30" alt=":sun:" title="Sun" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>Happiness is a choice</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 19:45:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... and there is perfection in every situation; you just have to find it.<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Just as I am</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 10:33:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am powerful, just as I am.<br />
I have the strength of a hundred men<br />
in my smile alone<br />
I am fearless in my determination<br />
and unstoppable in my intelligence<br />
<br />
I am walking perfection, just as I am.<br />
I am just the right height<br />
I am just the right weight<br />
I have just the right hair color<br />
I have just the right eye color<br />
My legs are just the right length<br />
My body has just the right curves<br />
And I didn't have to do a damn thing, other than<br />
simply accept that everything about me<br />
right here, right now,<br />
is exactly perfect the way it should be<br />
<br />
I am everything I need, just as I am.<br />
I can't even begin to list the things <i>I don't need</i><br />
but I will tell you exactly what I want:<br />
<br />
I want to <b>ALWAYS</b> be just as I am.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Every step of the way</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 08:01:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ On the road of my life, I have travelled at almost every speed.<br />
I have walked and crawled and stumbled.<br />
I have run as fast as my feet could carry me.<br />
I have even stopped.<br />
<br />
The one thing I can honestly say is this: I have very little regret, because I have been true to myself every step of the way. No one person <i>made</i> me run or walk or stumble. These are <i>my</i> feet; I control them.  Knowing that I have absolute power over where I am going, gives me more strength than most any other thought inside my heart.<br />
<br />
Today...  I think I'll dance.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I love my life!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 10:42:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/love.gif" width="23" height="16" alt=":love:" title="Love" /><br /><br />I love my apartment.  I love the view; I love the sunsets I can see from my balcony, I love the tree right outside my back door.  I love my red couch, I love my big TV, I love my short table, I love my new black toaster (which my Mom bought me simply because I didn't have one).  I love my soft, bouncy bed.  I love the pictures on my wall, I love my cat, I love the way I feel when I sit and look across my domain.  <br />
<br />
I love that I am here, and that I am <i><b>me</b></i><br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>Magnetic Poetry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2005 09:43:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes, I have Magnetic Poetry <a href="http://www.magneticpoetry.com/">[link]</a>  in both my kitchen and in my bathroom.  These are the places that ideas come to me that I may not have access to pen and paper... so.  The first 5 are on my refrigerator (a mixture of the "Genius Edition" and the "Erotic Edition"... *wink); the other two are in my bathroom, the last one my Mom put together and left for me to find. I'm about to change them all; I've had them around for a while and just wanted to share them before they went away. <br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />your fever ed kiss has a taste like wild fire<br />
murmur s of love caress my mind<br />
<br />
mad was the love<br />
curious ly empty<br />
<br />
soft ly sanguine<br />
pretty pink & gilded<br />
<br />
worship me with exqusite zeal<br />
for you will never know a more perfect woman<br />
I am the yes to every delicious question you ask<br />
<br />
heavy ache in this embrace<br />
pleasure glisten ing on his skin<br />
a tongue like velvet plunge s in to my mouth<br />
and I slow ly explode<br />
<br />
~~<br />
<br />
I dance d to the sound of a storm cloud<br />
laugh ing at the dark winter<br />
I chase d my shadow through the full moon light<br />
then a gentle murmur ing of spring morning<br />
would give me beautiful blue green sky<br />
and a happy love for life<br />
<br />
live feel and imagine but never change who you are<br />
you r special<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>My Father's Child</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 14:31:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Happy Father's Day, Dawd.<br />
<br />
I love you, too.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>My Mother's Child</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2005 12:25:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am my mother's child. It's obvious to anyone within seconds of seeing the two of us together, and not only in our faces, but also our mannerisms.  I have bits and pieces of my father in me, enough to never worry about my mother and the postman (I realize how old that adage is, but bear with me, it still makes sense... sorta); but I am so much like my mother that I can say I'm just a younger version of her.  We have the same sense of humor, so we laughed the entire time she was here.  We have the same sense of direction, too, which meant we took quite a few wrong turns (and I've lived here for over a year) and ended up taking DART all day Saturday, which was impressively more fun than I'd imagined it would be.  She spoiled me rotten for the entire week she stayed with me, and I am filled up to overflowing with love and contentment and pride and validation and appreciation and so much love for her that I don't feel empty even now that she's gone back home.  She is my best friend, and I can't imagine not having that kind of relationship with her.  I love that I can make her laugh with a look, and that she would fight to the death for me, and that she will accept nearly anything or anyone in my life simply because she has so much faith in my intelligence and my decisions. I am loved, as I am, utterly... and it feels SPECTACULAR!<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" />  I LOVE YOU, MOM!  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" />  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" />  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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                <title>The Gift</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2005 08:36:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The heat today melts my unhappiness  like ice cream<br />
and running through the sprinklers  washes away<br />
the sticky mess left behind <br />
<br />
I am filled to the brim with love of  life<br />
and air and sun and grass and earth<br />
I am renewed by the sun, energized and <br />
laughing and dancing and singing  (off-key)<br />
I am a beautiful new creature, born out  of <br />
the powerfully insouciant conviction  that<br />
everything is as it is supposed to be<br />
(even the parts I don't particularly  agree with)<br />
<br />
Being happy and content is the best  gift I can give<br />
to myself, and to the people who love  me<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/love.gif" width="23" height="16" alt=":love:" title="Love" /><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sun.gif" width="30" height="30" alt=":sun:" title="Sun" /><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" /><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rofl.gif" width="29" height="27" alt=":rofl:" title="rofl" /><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~GauzyDreams</author>
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