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	<title>Lost in Time</title>
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		<title>Things Are Seldom What They Seem</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The waning moon hung low on the horizon this morning, just 4 days short of crossing back to the evening sky, new moon. Its appearance this morning brought to mind Buttercup&#8217;s song in Gilbert and Sullivan&#8217;s HMS Pinafore, Things are Seldom What They Seem. &#8220;Things are seldom what they seem, Skim milk masquerades as cream,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2010/01/20/things-are-seldom-what-they-seem/</link>
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		<title>Tod</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I saw him in the distance, walking down the sidewalk and paid him little mind. Pedestrian traffic on our street is not uncommon. Cold weather was coming and I wanted to finish the yard cleanup before it became too unpleasant to work out of doors. The dead reminders of a once verdant spring littered the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/12/12/tod/</link>
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		<title>First Snow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The snow appeared as if magic. One second it wasn&#8217;t there, the next second it was, as soft white granules filled the air and very quickly began to cover the colder surfaces. It was the first snowfall of the coming winter and I had watched it begin.
It was a cold November day shortly before Thanksgiving, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/10/22/first-snow/</link>
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		<title>Melody in F</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some things persist in memory longer than others. One such is of a young woman probably approaching her majority sitting at a piano playing Melody in F. I couldn&#8217;t have been much more than 6 as it was shortly after we moved from Detroit to northern Indiana. The piano was in the dining room of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/09/24/melody-in-f/</link>
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		<title>Doubt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jesus has a very special love for you. As for me, the silence and emptiness is so great that I look and do not see, listen and do not hear.
- Mother Teresa to the Rev Michael Van Der Peet, September 1997
I often pray when I run, not out of fear of the traffic although some [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/08/07/doubt/</link>
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		<title>Old Friends</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Old friends, memory brushes the same years,  Silently sharing the same fears&#8221;
Old Friends &#8211; Simon and Garfunkel
A gathering of classmates for a 50th reunion. Faces changed by time ask &#8220;do you remember me?&#8221; And you find yourself embarrassed by the disadvantage. The person has called you by name, you see, and you struggle back [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/07/02/old-friends/</link>
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		<title>Checking Out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[

Louis Vierne (1870-1937) was a renowned French organist and composer. On the evening of June 2,  1937, Vierne had just finished giving his 1750th recital at Notre-Dame de Paris, a recital which all attending agreed was as well played as ever. At the end of the concert he was to play two improvisations on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/04/24/checking-out/</link>
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		<title>Analog Mind</title>
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I realized today that in this digital age, I have an analog mind. I had written a note to a friend at work complaining to her that the day seemed incredibly long and that it brought to mind lyrics sung by Joan Baez “It’s the 33rd of August and I’m finally touching down. Eight days [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/04/09/analog-mind/</link>
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		<title>Dream A Little Dream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was sitting in the kitchen with my cup of tea one morning when my aunt and my cousin, her daughter, walked in and joined me. Nothing unusual about that, you might say, except that both are long dead. Neither said anything to me but it was apparent from their demeanor that they were aware [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2008/12/18/dream-a-little-dream/</link>
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		<title>I Love You</title>
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Childhood memories can be selective. As we age, we filter out some memories, usually the bad ones, and retain those that are pleasant, embellishing them in the process. Some unpleasant memories stick around and, as with the nice ones, we embellish those also. Thus it was, the other day that it dawned on me that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2008/11/10/i-love-you/</link>
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