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	<title>Comments on: Secret Love Letters Hidden In A Suitcase</title>
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	<description>Continuing conversations in the park begun in the autumn of 1969</description>
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		<title>By: Tracey</title>
		<link>http://www.perkersonpark.com/2009/09/secret-love-letters-hidden-in-a-suitcase.html/comment-page-1#comment-968</link>
		<dc:creator>Tracey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have often thought there is an art to letter writing.  I mean the real kind, not emails or texts or posts or twitters but a real bonafide sheet of paper or card that someone has written their most private thoughts for your eyes alone.  

My dear Mom has always understood this art and to this day, I receive a lovely handwritten card once a week from her and since I&#039;ve been an adult, I share the same with her.  It has become our little &quot;thing&quot; that we do being 600 miles apart.  

I treasure each card or letter and keep them all in a shoebox.  Each time I read one I am reminded of how I am still her little girl and she&#039;s my Mom and the world can be made right regardless of the chaos that may swirl around me.

Thank you for reminding me once again how special they are.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have often thought there is an art to letter writing.  I mean the real kind, not emails or texts or posts or twitters but a real bonafide sheet of paper or card that someone has written their most private thoughts for your eyes alone.  </p>
<p>My dear Mom has always understood this art and to this day, I receive a lovely handwritten card once a week from her and since I&#8217;ve been an adult, I share the same with her.  It has become our little &#8220;thing&#8221; that we do being 600 miles apart.  </p>
<p>I treasure each card or letter and keep them all in a shoebox.  Each time I read one I am reminded of how I am still her little girl and she&#8217;s my Mom and the world can be made right regardless of the chaos that may swirl around me.</p>
<p>Thank you for reminding me once again how special they are.</p>
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		<title>By: Alicia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alicia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:38:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am so glad that you two are sharing your life before I came to know you. I am not only entertained by your posts, but also enlightened - not only about you two, but also about me and mine. Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so glad that you two are sharing your life before I came to know you. I am not only entertained by your posts, but also enlightened &#8211; not only about you two, but also about me and mine. Thank you.</p>
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