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		<title>By: Susan</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 16:14:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You don&#039;t have a problem with death/dead bodies because you understand nothing really dies except the body. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You don&#8217;t have a problem with death/dead bodies because you understand nothing really dies except the body. <img src='http://donutszenmom.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: CK</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 05:06:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Weary and hot, I close my eyes, but there&#039;s no escape  In my mind are the images of all the nearly naked patietns only yards away, resting on their plastic mattresses, their sores oozing, their eyes fixed on the eternal churn of the ceiling fans.


&quot;In the sixties, Vietnam was a game we played in the yard with BB guns.&quot;








from Michael McColly&#039;s &quot;The After-Death Room: Journey Into Spiritual Activism&quot;</description>
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<p>&#8220;In the sixties, Vietnam was a game we played in the yard with BB guns.&#8221;</p>
<p>from Michael McColly&#8217;s &#8220;The After-Death Room: Journey Into Spiritual Activism&#8221;</p>
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