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	<title>Comments on: A Matter of Perception</title>
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	<description>Running with theological scissors</description>
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		<title>By: Steve E</title>
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		<dc:creator>Steve E</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:18:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jessie, at age 14 I played on the busiest corner in downtown Cincinnati during noon rush hour...couple days. People DID stop and applauded me--and threw money in my violin case.

I always figured if I was ever out of work, that was an option. Maybe its time has come --grin!

PEACE...and love to you all in CH&#039;STON, SC</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jessie, at age 14 I played on the busiest corner in downtown Cincinnati during noon rush hour&#8230;couple days. People DID stop and applauded me&#8211;and threw money in my violin case.</p>
<p>I always figured if I was ever out of work, that was an option. Maybe its time has come &#8211;grin!</p>
<p>PEACE&#8230;and love to you all in CH&#8217;STON, SC</p>
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		<title>By: Shawn Robinson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shawn Robinson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 05:45:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At first I thought how sad it was that so many people failed to recognize the beauty...then I remembered how, while downtown, in a hurry to get to Wasabi, my wife and I were &quot;solicited&quot; for purchasing a flower by a man in the shadows. I was quick to say &quot;no thank you&quot; and be on my way. As my wife paused a moment, I saw he had no hands. I was undone. I take so much grace for granted. I almost missed it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At first I thought how sad it was that so many people failed to recognize the beauty&#8230;then I remembered how, while downtown, in a hurry to get to Wasabi, my wife and I were &#8220;solicited&#8221; for purchasing a flower by a man in the shadows. I was quick to say &#8220;no thank you&#8221; and be on my way. As my wife paused a moment, I saw he had no hands. I was undone. I take so much grace for granted. I almost missed it.</p>
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