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	<title>Comments on: Staring Back</title>
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		<title>By: orinoco womble</title>
		<link>http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/02/staring-back/#comment-4191</link>
		<dc:creator>orinoco womble</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 14:22:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If I had followed my heart and attended the minor arts college that appealed to me, my life would have been totally different to what it is. I followed the scholarship instead. I don&#039;t regret my choice, since it led me into a new life, but I wonder sometimes what my life would have been if I&#039;d gone to KY.

I am happy now. Would I have been happy with that life? I wonder.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If I had followed my heart and attended the minor arts college that appealed to me, my life would have been totally different to what it is. I followed the scholarship instead. I don&#8217;t regret my choice, since it led me into a new life, but I wonder sometimes what my life would have been if I&#8217;d gone to KY.</p>
<p>I am happy now. Would I have been happy with that life? I wonder.</p>
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		<title>By: orinoco womble</title>
		<link>http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/02/staring-back/#comment-4190</link>
		<dc:creator>orinoco womble</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 14:20:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Life is made up of choices. And even when you don&#039;t choose--you have already chosen. 

I am intrigued by the figure in this drawing. Her body looks segmented,  like a soccer ball. What is the symbol? 

Yes I know. We each see our own.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Life is made up of choices. And even when you don&#8217;t choose&#8211;you have already chosen. </p>
<p>I am intrigued by the figure in this drawing. Her body looks segmented,  like a soccer ball. What is the symbol? </p>
<p>Yes I know. We each see our own.</p>
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		<title>By: Chazz</title>
		<link>http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/02/staring-back/#comment-4182</link>
		<dc:creator>Chazz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:43:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My choice of studies. I was going to be a psychiatrist and get in peoples minds. Instead, I&#039;m to be a lawyer, and get in peoples minds a different way, especially with my specialisation. 

T&#039;is an odd thing to look at both sides, and I&#039;m always pondering if I took the right one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My choice of studies. I was going to be a psychiatrist and get in peoples minds. Instead, I&#8217;m to be a lawyer, and get in peoples minds a different way, especially with my specialisation. </p>
<p>T&#8217;is an odd thing to look at both sides, and I&#8217;m always pondering if I took the right one.</p>
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		<title>By: rb</title>
		<link>http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/02/staring-back/#comment-4179</link>
		<dc:creator>rb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:29:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My choice of university. I could have chosen to attend a university that was higher in the &quot;league tables&quot;, but I chose on the basis of the course (where I can chose to specialize as much or as little as I like in the literature of various countries), and the city, its art and its atmosphere. It is a decision I am glad I made, and I am reminded of that constantly, despite the fact that sometimes people tell me I might regret it one day. And who knows, maybe I will. 

The phrase &quot;we&#039;ve all made our choices&quot; specifically recalls an extremely painful love triangle I was once a part of. But three and a half years on, and three and a half years into a fantastic relationship, I can&#039;t say I regret the choice I made there either.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My choice of university. I could have chosen to attend a university that was higher in the &#8220;league tables&#8221;, but I chose on the basis of the course (where I can chose to specialize as much or as little as I like in the literature of various countries), and the city, its art and its atmosphere. It is a decision I am glad I made, and I am reminded of that constantly, despite the fact that sometimes people tell me I might regret it one day. And who knows, maybe I will. </p>
<p>The phrase &#8220;we&#8217;ve all made our choices&#8221; specifically recalls an extremely painful love triangle I was once a part of. But three and a half years on, and three and a half years into a fantastic relationship, I can&#8217;t say I regret the choice I made there either.</p>
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		<title>By: Babysister</title>
		<link>http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/02/staring-back/#comment-4176</link>
		<dc:creator>Babysister</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:09:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve made a choice of selflessness, as I always do.. 
I&#039;ve left my home, just to let him back. 
Nomadic adventures, my life in a pack. 
The bruises are fading, the physical almost forgotten. 
Pain strikes my heart in a battle between:
  heart&amp;mind
to forgive&amp; forget 
to forgive&amp; hold true to my worth. 


&quot;We&#039;ve all made our choices, she said&quot;

Mine is to never live in fear of someone I love ever again!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve made a choice of selflessness, as I always do..<br />
I&#8217;ve left my home, just to let him back.<br />
Nomadic adventures, my life in a pack.<br />
The bruises are fading, the physical almost forgotten.<br />
Pain strikes my heart in a battle between:<br />
  heart&amp;mind<br />
to forgive&amp; forget<br />
to forgive&amp; hold true to my worth. </p>
<p>&#8220;We&#8217;ve all made our choices, she said&#8221;</p>
<p>Mine is to never live in fear of someone I love ever again!</p>
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		<title>By: babseth</title>
		<link>http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/02/staring-back/#comment-4174</link>
		<dc:creator>babseth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 20:05:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Right now, I&#039;m in the process of making choices.  I seem to be choosing to move forward, and move on.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Right now, I&#8217;m in the process of making choices.  I seem to be choosing to move forward, and move on.</p>
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		<title>By: L.</title>
		<link>http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/02/staring-back/#comment-4173</link>
		<dc:creator>L.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:42:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was younger, I used my body for money. Any time I&#039;m in a relationship or hear words such as &#039;whore&#039;, I&#039;m reminded. It is the worst feeling, ever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was younger, I used my body for money. Any time I&#8217;m in a relationship or hear words such as &#8216;whore&#8217;, I&#8217;m reminded. It is the worst feeling, ever.</p>
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