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		<title>By: Bubba</title>
		<link>http://coffeesister.net/i-left-my/comment-page-1/#comment-583</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Mrs. Dave, I found your blog!

I had to read your latest post three times, I&#039;m a simple guy (who reads slowly) and you used many, many words.

I&#039;ve always found &quot;The City&quot; to be much like your hair. Always changing and always interesting. I like it, but wouldn&#039;t want it on me. ;)


&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;alert&quot;&gt;Welcome! I am SO glad you found me &amp; complimented by the comparison but cannot imagine you with[in] either. What makes a Dorian &amp; what makes a Bubba are far different things which is a goodness from &lt;em&gt;so many &lt;/em&gt;perspectives, esp. Dave’s. :razz: Speaking of our differences tho’, I apologize for all the words yet -- as you can see -- I cannot help myself. :eek:&lt;br clear=&quot;none&quot;/&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Dave &#124;_&#124;)&lt;/strong&gt; “San Francisco is a mad city -- inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of remarkable beauty.” ~ Rudyard Kipling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Mrs. Dave, I found your blog!</p>
<p>I had to read your latest post three times, I&#8217;m a simple guy (who reads slowly) and you used many, many words.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve always found &#8220;The City&#8221; to be much like your hair. Always changing and always interesting. I like it, but wouldn&#8217;t want it on me. <img src='http://coffeesister.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<blockquote><p class="alert">Welcome! I am SO glad you found me &#038; complimented by the comparison but cannot imagine you with[in] either. What makes a Dorian &#038; what makes a Bubba are far different things which is a goodness from <em>so many </em>perspectives, esp. Dave’s. <img src='http://coffeesister.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':razz:' class='wp-smiley' />  Speaking of our differences tho’, I apologize for all the words yet &#8212; as you can see &#8212; I cannot help myself. <img src='http://coffeesister.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_surprised.gif' alt=':eek:' class='wp-smiley' /> <br clear="none"/><br />
<strong>Mrs. Dave |_|)</strong> “San Francisco is a mad city &#8212; inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of remarkable beauty.” ~ Rudyard Kipling</p>
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		<title>By: mommyji</title>
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		<dc:creator>mommyji</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow! While reading your post, I found myself with tears in my eyes, seeing those two bridges that have connected each of us to that amazing place and to eachother, and also, like a lifeline on some cosmic map, connects my 16 year old self to this much more world weary but wiser self that sits here now writing to you, 37 years later! (I love rambling sentences!) It is not surprising, really, that the three of us have been drawn back to that city like it&#039;s our magnetic north. The place some universal force keeps bringing us back to to find our bearings. Your very existence is all tangled up with that mysterious pull San Francisco has always held for me. So it&#039;s in our genes. A wonderful, ancient script that we are destined to play out in this life. How amazing that we have never lost our way (because we&#039;re all intuitives?) and that the force of an internal compass keeps leading us back to such a perfect place &amp; to eachother!


&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;alert&quot;&gt;Momma! &#9829; As I sit here, a direct result of your 16-year-old self’s bold determination to establish her identity, I feel a renewed kinship beyond it being her choices that made me possible. You summed up the mystique of our city perfectly w/hauntingly accurate insights. Not only am I grateful for what you added herein, I love your rambling sentences! :grin:&lt;br clear=&quot;none&quot;/&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;fellow San Franciscan at heart &#124;_&#124;)&lt;/strong&gt; “No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living.” ~ William Saroyan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow! While reading your post, I found myself with tears in my eyes, seeing those two bridges that have connected each of us to that amazing place and to eachother, and also, like a lifeline on some cosmic map, connects my 16 year old self to this much more world weary but wiser self that sits here now writing to you, 37 years later! (I love rambling sentences!) It is not surprising, really, that the three of us have been drawn back to that city like it&#8217;s our magnetic north. The place some universal force keeps bringing us back to to find our bearings. Your very existence is all tangled up with that mysterious pull San Francisco has always held for me. So it&#8217;s in our genes. A wonderful, ancient script that we are destined to play out in this life. How amazing that we have never lost our way (because we&#8217;re all intuitives?) and that the force of an internal compass keeps leading us back to such a perfect place &#038; to eachother!</p>
<blockquote><p class="alert">Momma! &hearts; As I sit here, a direct result of your 16-year-old self’s bold determination to establish her identity, I feel a renewed kinship beyond it being her choices that made me possible. You summed up the mystique of our city perfectly w/hauntingly accurate insights. Not only am I grateful for what you added herein, I love your rambling sentences! <img src='http://coffeesister.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':grin:' class='wp-smiley' /> <br clear="none"/><br />
<strong>fellow San Franciscan at heart |_|)</strong> “No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living.” ~ William Saroyan</p>
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		<title>By: coffeesister</title>
		<link>http://coffeesister.net/i-left-my/comment-page-1/#comment-607</link>
		<dc:creator>coffeesister</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2006 01:38:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the name, l.r.s! Are you going to &lt;a href=&quot;http://us.geocities.com/berchje/#a3&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Scarborough Fair&lt;/a&gt;? :smile: I can&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;thank you enough for the amazing compliments; encouragement &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;welcome here!!

&lt;strong&gt;&#124;_&#124;)&lt;/strong&gt; Thank YOU too, hunny.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3 xox&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the name, l.r.s! Are you going to <a href="http://us.geocities.com/berchje/#a3" rel="nofollow">Scarborough Fair</a>? <img src='http://coffeesister.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':smile:' class='wp-smiley' />  I can<em>not </em>thank you enough for the amazing compliments; encouragement <em><strong>always</strong> </em>welcome here!!</p>
<p><strong>|_|)</strong> Thank YOU too, hunny.. <strong>&lt;3 xox</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Rhodester</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rhodester</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Mar 2006 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow Meepers, your new name smells SO good!</description>
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		<title>By: lavender.rosemary.sage</title>
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		<dc:creator>lavender.rosemary.sage</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now I see very clearly why Dave speaks of you with such love and respect.  I&#039;m glad that, in coming back to blogging, I&#039;m finding people like you out there already doing it right.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With affection l.r.s (formerly Meepers)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now I see very clearly why Dave speaks of you with such love and respect.  I&#8217;m glad that, in coming back to blogging, I&#8217;m finding people like you out there already doing it right.</p>
<p>With affection l.r.s (formerly Meepers)</p>
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		<title>By: Rhodester</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rhodester</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wonderful ode to a wacky husband, silly brother and beautiful city.</description>
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