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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://www.opheliaswebb.com/2010/02/clarity-on-love/comment-page-1/#comment-2122</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 01:41:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks Amy. Yeah, it&#039;s not so much the photos or the way any form of media captures a person or moment, as it is the emotion tied to the person or moment itself. THAT is what makes up memories. And although we may carry a small snapshot in our wallet, it’s only a representation of that emotion. Emotion itself can only be captured in our hearts (collective aww).

Too much deep thinking? Yeah, probably.

But the point I was really trying to make in my post is that it’s the realization of life’s simple little joys and beauties that I took for granted. And that it took falling in love to open my eyes to all the beauty that surrounds me. That’s a state of happiness (both calming and exciting) that is hard to match or surpass.
.-= David´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://diamondkt.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-guest-post-clarity.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;My Guest Post: Clarity&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Amy. Yeah, it&#8217;s not so much the photos or the way any form of media captures a person or moment, as it is the emotion tied to the person or moment itself. THAT is what makes up memories. And although we may carry a small snapshot in our wallet, it’s only a representation of that emotion. Emotion itself can only be captured in our hearts (collective aww).</p>
<p>Too much deep thinking? Yeah, probably.</p>
<p>But the point I was really trying to make in my post is that it’s the realization of life’s simple little joys and beauties that I took for granted. And that it took falling in love to open my eyes to all the beauty that surrounds me. That’s a state of happiness (both calming and exciting) that is hard to match or surpass.<br />
.-= David´s last blog ..<a href="http://diamondkt.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-guest-post-clarity.html" rel="nofollow">My Guest Post: Clarity</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy</title>
		<link>http://www.opheliaswebb.com/2010/02/clarity-on-love/comment-page-1/#comment-2107</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 22:13:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey David. I really liked this post because I think it&#039;s so true to what you beautifully described. I think about the pictures at my house of friends, family and even past lovers. I look at those pictures and smile at the love in them but automatically remember what made me smile in that picture. Or what made me laugh hysterically after the picture. I have this one picture of me and two of my best friends on a rock, we didn&#039;t know the picture had been taken and we were just talking. It was the day before college graduation.

I love that picture, not because it was captured but because I remembered talking to them. I remember laughing and almost falling off the rock, talking and thinking &quot;this is the end of an era&quot;, talking and just feeling... loved. Bravo on this post it was beautiful and well done :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey David. I really liked this post because I think it&#8217;s so true to what you beautifully described. I think about the pictures at my house of friends, family and even past lovers. I look at those pictures and smile at the love in them but automatically remember what made me smile in that picture. Or what made me laugh hysterically after the picture. I have this one picture of me and two of my best friends on a rock, we didn&#8217;t know the picture had been taken and we were just talking. It was the day before college graduation.</p>
<p>I love that picture, not because it was captured but because I remembered talking to them. I remember laughing and almost falling off the rock, talking and thinking &#8220;this is the end of an era&#8221;, talking and just feeling&#8230; loved. Bravo on this post it was beautiful and well done <img src='http://www.opheliaswebb.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Sara Davidson</title>
		<link>http://www.opheliaswebb.com/2010/02/clarity-on-love/comment-page-1/#comment-2102</link>
		<dc:creator>Sara Davidson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>OMG I love, love, LOVE Anthony Hopkins!! I always said I wanted to marry someone just like him (or whoever he typically portrays in movies). However, &quot;poop&quot; might be a stretch even for him. But then again I&#039;m just extremely uncomfortable with the word in general. Lol
.-= Sara Davidson´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://walktalkchewgum.com/change/improve-your-happiness-by-just-being-thankful/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Improve Your Happiness by Just Being Thankful!&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OMG I love, love, LOVE Anthony Hopkins!! I always said I wanted to marry someone just like him (or whoever he typically portrays in movies). However, &#8220;poop&#8221; might be a stretch even for him. But then again I&#8217;m just extremely uncomfortable with the word in general. Lol<br />
.-= Sara Davidson´s last blog ..<a href="http://walktalkchewgum.com/change/improve-your-happiness-by-just-being-thankful/" rel="nofollow">Improve Your Happiness by Just Being Thankful!</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://www.opheliaswebb.com/2010/02/clarity-on-love/comment-page-1/#comment-2101</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:32:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Juliana
Thanks! Always good to hear when I inspire someone else to write.

@Sara
A lot of people hated that movie, but I liked it. Plus it was packed full of great Anthony Hopkins-style wisdom! When I&#039;m old and gray, I want to turn into Anthony Hopkins, or at least the role he plays. He could even make the word &quot;poop&quot; sound elegant and powerful.
.-= David´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://diamondkt.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-guest-post-clarity.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;My Guest Post: Clarity&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Juliana<br />
Thanks! Always good to hear when I inspire someone else to write.</p>
<p>@Sara<br />
A lot of people hated that movie, but I liked it. Plus it was packed full of great Anthony Hopkins-style wisdom! When I&#8217;m old and gray, I want to turn into Anthony Hopkins, or at least the role he plays. He could even make the word &#8220;poop&#8221; sound elegant and powerful.<br />
.-= David´s last blog ..<a href="http://diamondkt.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-guest-post-clarity.html" rel="nofollow">My Guest Post: Clarity</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Sara Davidson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sara Davidson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 15:18:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Really beautiful post, David. And that quote from Meet Joe Black is my absolute favorite quote about love.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Really beautiful post, David. And that quote from Meet Joe Black is my absolute favorite quote about love.</p>
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		<title>By: Juliana</title>
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		<dc:creator>Juliana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:48:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>this was uplifting and well-written! i was inspired and stole your sentiment :P
.-= Juliana´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://nitewriting.wordpress.com/2010/02/28/334/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Groupies and guitars&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this was uplifting and well-written! i was inspired and stole your sentiment <img src='http://www.opheliaswebb.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':P' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
.-= Juliana´s last blog ..<a href="http://nitewriting.wordpress.com/2010/02/28/334/" rel="nofollow">Groupies and guitars</a> =-.</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:08:49 +0000</pubDate>
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