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Sometimes it startles me, but mostly; I've gotten use to it. I always like it when I hear, call from Amanda. That's my daughter. "Hi mom." Her voice is weak. "Do you have a cold or have you been crying?" I ask. "I've been crying..." A wave of fresh tears cut...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Elsapeth/520608"><title>Change Is In The Air</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Elsapeth/520608</link><description>The energy is palpable. Everything physical has an emotional origin. That's what I was taught anyway. Right now, in my body, I can feel it. Things are changing. Energy is shifting. I didn't understand what this was before I went to school. 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