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		<description><![CDATA[moonlight struck like
thunder
i shook it off
and left myself behind

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		<description><![CDATA[moonlight struck like
thunder
i shook it off
and left myself behind

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		<title>Pretty Amanda.</title>
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		<title>First Day of First Grade.</title>
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		<title>I choose you.</title>
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I choose you.
I chose the little tadpole scurrying through the dark, internal mystery. Little arm and leg buds flailing, getting stuck here and there; my constant, deep-sea swimming companion.
I choose you.
Brand new babe, stretching, drinking in light. Shiny, slick skin, you still connected to me and then the cutting of our tie, the first in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I&#8217;ve left Bethlehem, and I feel free. I&#8217;ve left the girl I was supposed to be, and someday I&#8217;ll be born. &#8211; Paula Cole, &#8220;Tiger&#8221;.</title>
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		<title>Amanda &#124; Saturday Mini-sesh Headshots.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This first one might be my favorite photo of her, EVER.

With her daughter, my sweet niece, Rowan.







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		<title>&#8220;You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.&#8221; &#8211; Robert Louis Stevenson</title>
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Cuteness overload, right?  I wanted to get some shots of the dogs together and then some of Dakota with both of them, but&#8230;yeah.  Let&#8217;s just say that Max is MUCH better at following directions than little Sage is&#8230;yet.  But I managed a few snaps.


And I have to close with my favorite thing in the world:  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Welcome, Sage.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I did not want a puppy.  I did not want another dog.  I&#8217;m perfectly content with Max and with Daniel&#8217;s allergies and less than passionate love for pet ownership, I didn&#8217;t think it was a possibility, so I never entertained the notion.
Yesterday, I went to the pet store for the sole purpose of buying a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Little Pieces.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[His missing tooth makes me think of all the little pieces of ourselves that break away, and that we lose.
We feel the absence, we try to fill the void, unable to accept that if we are just patient enough, new things will come in its place.

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