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	<title>Comments on: My life would make a boring memoir</title>
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		<title>By: Toyin O.</title>
		<link>http://www.dystel.com/blog/2010/11/my-life-would-make-a-boring-memoir/comment-page-1/#comment-19637</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Toyin O.]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2010 17:40:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is always fun chatting with strangers; I am always inspired by people.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is always fun chatting with strangers; I am always inspired by people.</p>
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		<title>By: Ileana</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ileana]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2010 02:56:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You have made a wonderful point in regards to the nature of an &quot;interesting to others, memoir.&quot; And on the day you rode your bicycle, your memoir went from a MEmoir to a memoir of those you now appreciate, the characters of your neighborhood, the people that notices you and bring you about from your inner world into theirs.  My inspiration comes from the intricacies of the human spirit, the unrelenting type that puts forth a smile against all odds.  Stay inspired my friends, live life ;-)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You have made a wonderful point in regards to the nature of an &quot;interesting to others, memoir.&quot; And on the day you rode your bicycle, your memoir went from a MEmoir to a memoir of those you now appreciate, the characters of your neighborhood, the people that notices you and bring you about from your inner world into theirs.  My inspiration comes from the intricacies of the human spirit, the unrelenting type that puts forth a smile against all odds.  Stay inspired my friends, live life 😉</p>
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		<title>By: Melissa</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Melissa]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 19:39:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What amazes me is that being approached by or chatting with strangers -- much less getting to know them -- is such a foreign concept in NYC. I was raised in the South, did my undergrad in upstate NY, and now live in Seattle (with a few other places in between), and it&#039;s never struck me as odd or inappropriate to be friendly to strangers. And yes, when I see them frequently, they stop being strangers and become friendly acquaintences or even friends. How much I would have missed if I closed out everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#039;m glad you take that chance!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What amazes me is that being approached by or chatting with strangers &#8212; much less getting to know them &#8212; is such a foreign concept in NYC. I was raised in the South, did my undergrad in upstate NY, and now live in Seattle (with a few other places in between), and it&#39;s never struck me as odd or inappropriate to be friendly to strangers. And yes, when I see them frequently, they stop being strangers and become friendly acquaintences or even friends. How much I would have missed if I closed out everyone around me.</p>
<p>I&#39;m glad you take that chance!</p>
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