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	<title>The Owl's Nest</title>
	<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com</link>
	<description>A nest full of thoughts, feelings, ideas, and life experiences.</description>
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		<title>What I Want This Christmas:</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dear Santa,
Please bring me:
-The ability to love myself
-The strength to see what others see in me
-The mind set to not let other women bring me down
-The power to find a positive mentality
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		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/12/16/what-i-want-this-christmas/</link>
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		<title>Kitties and Kisses.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It doesn&#8217;t get much better than kisses and little fluffy kitties playing at our feet, then falling asleep on top of us.
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		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/12/15/kitties-and-kisses/</link>
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		<title>Fast-Forward, Now Please Thanks?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t want to jump ahead, but can we?
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		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/12/13/fast-forward-now-please-thanks/</link>
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		<title>Au Revior, Mon Amie.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Goodbyes, even if they aren&#8217;t forever, can be gut-wrenchingly painful. You cry and cry and yet you know this is it. There is nothing you can do. It is all part of life, this growing up and moving on. But one thing I&#8217;ve learned through it all, is that true friends are here to stay. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=abudge.wordpress.com&blog=755714&post=891&subd=abudge&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/12/08/au-revior-mon-amie/</link>
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		<title>Coffee and Baths.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Low Anthem on repeat. Sketch book and a post-modern novel. Coffee on the edge, along with my emotions. Hot bath, to make it all go away.
I&#8217;m as grey as it is outside.
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		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/12/05/coffee-and-baths/</link>
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		<title>One Of Those Days.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It is just one of those days where you have a sinking feeling in your heart. You feel like you may be losing one of your best friends and there is nothing you can do about it.
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		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/one-of-those-days/</link>
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		<title>Two Weeks.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Two more weeks of class. One of finals. Then, free for a while.
So many projects ahead.
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		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/12/01/two-weeks/</link>
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		<title>Work Seasons.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Another work season has come and past. Will not look at the rails again until March.
Success.
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		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/11/28/work-seasons/</link>
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		<title>Kisses and Lampposts.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Her lungs felt like they were going to shrivel up and die; she could not catch her breath for the life of her. She leaned against the lamppost, sweating, although it was nearly freezing out. She could not belive how far she had run and so quickly. Hannah wiped the sweat from her brow and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=abudge.wordpress.com&blog=755714&post=881&subd=abudge&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/kisses-and-lampposts/</link>
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		<title>Breaking Ties.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve noticed that I have been slowly breaking ties with this blog. Three years, going on four that I&#8217;ve had it. I don&#8217;t want to give it up but at the same time I feel like I&#8217;ve grown away from it. Not that I&#8217;m too old to keep a journal, just I am now able [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=abudge.wordpress.com&blog=755714&post=879&subd=abudge&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://abudge.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/breaking-ties/</link>
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