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	<title>Comments on: A Day Late</title>
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		<title>By: A Weekend Tryst With An Old Lover &#171; WhatWouldGwynethDo</title>
		<link>http://whatwouldgwynethdo.com/2011/09/12/a-day-late/#comment-154</link>
		<dc:creator>A Weekend Tryst With An Old Lover &#171; WhatWouldGwynethDo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 03:41:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] have a history with New York, some good, some bad, which you can read about here. But what&#8217;s in the past is in the [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] have a history with New York, some good, some bad, which you can read about here. But what&#8217;s in the past is in the [...]</p>
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		<title>By: WWGD</title>
		<link>http://whatwouldgwynethdo.com/2011/09/12/a-day-late/#comment-153</link>
		<dc:creator>WWGD</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 16:58:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow, am sure your story is far more profound than mine. But thanks for reading, nonetheless :)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, am sure your story is far more profound than mine. But thanks for reading, nonetheless <img src='http://whatwouldgwynethdo.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: annie</title>
		<link>http://whatwouldgwynethdo.com/2011/09/12/a-day-late/#comment-152</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 21:50:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m so glad I found this today...it&#039;s very touching.  On that day my daughter was 6 as we waited for her dad to return home from the city.  I&#039;m afraid she saw way too much coverage that day.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so glad I found this today&#8230;it&#8217;s very touching.  On that day my daughter was 6 as we waited for her dad to return home from the city.  I&#8217;m afraid she saw way too much coverage that day.</p>
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		<title>By: Karsha</title>
		<link>http://whatwouldgwynethdo.com/2011/09/12/a-day-late/#comment-151</link>
		<dc:creator>Karsha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 17:40:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I couldn&#039;t read this on 9/11 (just too much to take in) but I am so glad I&#039;m reading this now. Thanks for sharing, R.  Really, really touching.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I couldn&#8217;t read this on 9/11 (just too much to take in) but I am so glad I&#8217;m reading this now. Thanks for sharing, R.  Really, really touching.</p>
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		<title>By: La Jolla Mom (@lajollamom)</title>
		<link>http://whatwouldgwynethdo.com/2011/09/12/a-day-late/#comment-150</link>
		<dc:creator>La Jolla Mom (@lajollamom)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 03:55:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well, not staying still worked out, right? I can&#039;t even imagine. The day after such a big move. Ugh.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, not staying still worked out, right? I can&#8217;t even imagine. The day after such a big move. Ugh.</p>
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		<title>By: Tina</title>
		<link>http://whatwouldgwynethdo.com/2011/09/12/a-day-late/#comment-149</link>
		<dc:creator>Tina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 00:20:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[How sad and yet beautiful?...and I am so glad you chose to focus on the dreams.  
Best,
Tina]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How sad and yet beautiful?&#8230;and I am so glad you chose to focus on the dreams.<br />
Best,<br />
Tina</p>
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		<title>By: Bhp</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 20:12:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday was tough.  I, myself, had a hard time talking to my six year old when he asked,&quot;Why would anyone do that on purpose?&quot; or &quot;Why would God want young people to die?&quot; It brought back a flood of emotions when I thought of my friends who left us so young on that awful day. I also thought about The City and remembered how I felt so much sadness for it. It too was my home for a good part of my younger self. I tried to hold back my tears and not have my voice quiver and calmly explain that there&#039;s good and bad in this world. Tough all arond.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday was tough.  I, myself, had a hard time talking to my six year old when he asked,&#8221;Why would anyone do that on purpose?&#8221; or &#8220;Why would God want young people to die?&#8221; It brought back a flood of emotions when I thought of my friends who left us so young on that awful day. I also thought about The City and remembered how I felt so much sadness for it. It too was my home for a good part of my younger self. I tried to hold back my tears and not have my voice quiver and calmly explain that there&#8217;s good and bad in this world. Tough all arond.</p>
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