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	<title>Comments on: I understand</title>
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		<title>By: Ron</title>
		<link>http://dimlylit.org/2005/09/28/i-understand/#comment-69</link>
		<dc:creator>Ron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2005 19:15:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for those thoughts javajeb. My wife and I dream very regularly about when we will be able to make the leap to at least a couple of acres outside St. Louis. It sounds like you have a nice place in VA, though I'm sure losing a family farm was a hard thing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By the way, I've always wanted to roast my own coffee - does it really make a difference?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for those thoughts javajeb. My wife and I dream very regularly about when we will be able to make the leap to at least a couple of acres outside St. Louis. It sounds like you have a nice place in VA, though I&#8217;m sure losing a family farm was a hard thing.</p>
<p>By the way, I&#8217;ve always wanted to roast my own coffee - does it really make a difference?</p>
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		<title>By: Ron</title>
		<link>http://dimlylit.org/2005/09/28/i-understand/#comment-71</link>
		<dc:creator>Ron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2005 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for those thoughts javajeb. My wife and I dream very regularly about when we will be able to make the leap to at least a couple of acres outside St. Louis. It sounds like you have a nice place in VA, though I'm sure losing a family farm was a hard thing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By the way, I've always wanted to roast my own coffee - does it really make a difference?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for those thoughts javajeb. My wife and I dream very regularly about when we will be able to make the leap to at least a couple of acres outside St. Louis. It sounds like you have a nice place in VA, though I&#8217;m sure losing a family farm was a hard thing.</p>
<p>By the way, I&#8217;ve always wanted to roast my own coffee - does it really make a difference?</p>
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		<title>By: javajeb</title>
		<link>http://dimlylit.org/2005/09/28/i-understand/#comment-68</link>
		<dc:creator>javajeb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2005 15:58:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ron,&lt;br/&gt;    I occasionaly look here, first comment.  I will confess, I think Wendell has ruined my life as well.  I caught onto him while living in St Louis; now I live in the middle of nowhere, southside of Virginia.  I live on 1.5 acres of God's good earth.  My wife, three children, three dogs and a cat.  Berry has transformed my thinking about land, which greatly influenced me in the disposition of the family farm after my father's death.  Oh, how I wanted to hold on.  But one thing I have learned from Berry and life, absentee ownership is not ownership.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am haunted by a poem or story of Berry's, about a scarred land.  It's how he, caring and studying the land, ruined it by trying to build a pond.  All because we must admit that we are weak and frail, know and are known incompletely.  That goes for the dirt too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ron,<br />    I occasionaly look here, first comment.  I will confess, I think Wendell has ruined my life as well.  I caught onto him while living in St Louis; now I live in the middle of nowhere, southside of Virginia.  I live on 1.5 acres of God&#8217;s good earth.  My wife, three children, three dogs and a cat.  Berry has transformed my thinking about land, which greatly influenced me in the disposition of the family farm after my father&#8217;s death.  Oh, how I wanted to hold on.  But one thing I have learned from Berry and life, absentee ownership is not ownership.</p>
<p>I am haunted by a poem or story of Berry&#8217;s, about a scarred land.  It&#8217;s how he, caring and studying the land, ruined it by trying to build a pond.  All because we must admit that we are weak and frail, know and are known incompletely.  That goes for the dirt too.</p>
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		<title>By: javajeb</title>
		<link>http://dimlylit.org/2005/09/28/i-understand/#comment-70</link>
		<dc:creator>javajeb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2005 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ron,&lt;br/&gt;    I occasionaly look here, first comment.  I will confess, I think Wendell has ruined my life as well.  I caught onto him while living in St Louis; now I live in the middle of nowhere, southside of Virginia.  I live on 1.5 acres of God's good earth.  My wife, three children, three dogs and a cat.  Berry has transformed my thinking about land, which greatly influenced me in the disposition of the family farm after my father's death.  Oh, how I wanted to hold on.  But one thing I have learned from Berry and life, absentee ownership is not ownership.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am haunted by a poem or story of Berry's, about a scarred land.  It's how he, caring and studying the land, ruined it by trying to build a pond.  All because we must admit that we are weak and frail, know and are known incompletely.  That goes for the dirt too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ron,<br />    I occasionaly look here, first comment.  I will confess, I think Wendell has ruined my life as well.  I caught onto him while living in St Louis; now I live in the middle of nowhere, southside of Virginia.  I live on 1.5 acres of God&#8217;s good earth.  My wife, three children, three dogs and a cat.  Berry has transformed my thinking about land, which greatly influenced me in the disposition of the family farm after my father&#8217;s death.  Oh, how I wanted to hold on.  But one thing I have learned from Berry and life, absentee ownership is not ownership.</p>
<p>I am haunted by a poem or story of Berry&#8217;s, about a scarred land.  It&#8217;s how he, caring and studying the land, ruined it by trying to build a pond.  All because we must admit that we are weak and frail, know and are known incompletely.  That goes for the dirt too.</p>
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