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		<title>My Boys &amp; My Brother</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been watching my boys play in the front yard. They started off riding bikes and have moved on to rolling a baseball back and forth in the driveway. The older is kind enough to modify the practice session to accommodate the younger who can&#8217;t yet catch the hard ball. I study his face and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Just Called To Say</title>
		<description><![CDATA[- originally written in August of 2009 My five year old has fully embraced the joy of making-up after a fight. While I once worried that he enjoyed too much the fight itself, I&#8217;m convinced that really isn&#8217;t true. I&#8217;m certain because I too stood tall in size six shoes against older siblings and cousins [...]]]></description>
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