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	<title>Comments on: There Are No Others</title>
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		<title>By: Davidya</title>
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		<dc:creator>Davidya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 04:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>(laughs) good one</description>
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		<title>By: takuin</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hmm...a roaring silence, or a disco inferno. 

I suppose it is all the same.</description>
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<p>I suppose it is all the same.</p>
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		<title>By: Davidya</title>
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		<dc:creator>Davidya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 01:16:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to joke it was like a disco mirror ball - one ball with many facets, each reflecting light differently. 

Isha calls it the roaring silence. We sit, surrounded by awareness dancing in itself. One awareness, looking out and looking back. Then, simply looking.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to joke it was like a disco mirror ball &#8211; one ball with many facets, each reflecting light differently. </p>
<p>Isha calls it the roaring silence. We sit, surrounded by awareness dancing in itself. One awareness, looking out and looking back. Then, simply looking.</p>
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