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	<title>Comments on: Drollerie Blog Tour: Surprise bonus post from Sarah Avery!</title>
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		<title>By: Nancy Gilliland</title>
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		<description>Thank you for reminding me what my father gave me. Dad has been gone a while now (since &quot;85) but the love of words he gave me still lingers on. My Dad told me once that he could survive alone as long as he had words to live with: books, magazines, even crosswords and word puzzles. He used to challenge me to come up with one new word a day for him, and if I could find one he didn&#039;t know, he would take my dishwashing duty for the day. I think he only had to do dishes a handfull of times at best. I still miss him every day, and I remember a lot of things he taught me. But words are what he gave me most. Thank you for letting me think of him that way again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for reminding me what my father gave me. Dad has been gone a while now (since &#8220;85) but the love of words he gave me still lingers on. My Dad told me once that he could survive alone as long as he had words to live with: books, magazines, even crosswords and word puzzles. He used to challenge me to come up with one new word a day for him, and if I could find one he didn&#8217;t know, he would take my dishwashing duty for the day. I think he only had to do dishes a handfull of times at best. I still miss him every day, and I remember a lot of things he taught me. But words are what he gave me most. Thank you for letting me think of him that way again.</p>
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