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		<title>Tingle&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I feel the tingle in the palms of my hands. The desire to move forward. The blood pumping through my legs. I just had to walk back and forth for a couple of minutes. My knuckles tickle with anticipation of &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=2572">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Sometimes Life takes those Lemons and turns them in to Chocolate chip cookies&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life has done just that.  It&#8217;s about time.  It has been a rough few years.  Not that they are easy now.  But that light at the end of the tunnel I have been striving for so long has been reached.  February &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=183">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Six&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 15:55:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The next few days went by in a blur.  We barely saw our dad.  Kim didn&#8217;t seem phased at all.  She didn&#8217;t completely understand what was happening.  I didn&#8217;t completely understand.  How could we?  We were just kids.  This wasn&#8217;t &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=177">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Vampires in my dreams&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 15:28:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thursday night my sleep was restless. My dreams were intense. Vampires were chasing me. I experienced a little fear, but not as much as I would have if I hadn&#8217;t been protected. I had protectors all around me. Hiding me &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=174">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Fear&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 04:27:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fear can be paralyzing. Fear can grab a hold of me and keep me stagnate. Fear keeps me from taking chances. From moving on. Fear keeps me from being me. Forces me to hide behind myself. Fear is a tool &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=170">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Five&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 17:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sleep came quickly. Surprisingly so. I was exhausted with my shock. I didn&#8217;t even dream and I keep a notebook by my bed because I am constantly dreaming. I believe in the messages and releases sent through dreams. The working through &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=165">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>New toy!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 02:33:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So! This is my very first blog using my new Kindle Fire! I am in love with it. It is so nice. I love the feel and touch of it. Even the smell. I even took today off to play &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=154">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Four&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 13:06:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Appreciative&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been a couple of days since I found out about the passing of a most wonderful young woman.  I recall her smile most and how nice she was to me.  She was a hard worker.  And sadly, last night &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=148">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Three&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 15:59:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My family.  My beloved family sang to me.  Their voices loud and cheerful.  Dad seemed the same.  No change in his voice, no evidence of guilt anywhere.  How was he able to disguise it so easily?  How was he able &#8230; <a href="http://jennifirwithani.com/?p=145">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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