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	<title>Comments on: A Blessing At Best Friends</title>
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		<title>By: Jennifer Johnson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer Johnson</dc:creator>
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		<description>Kelly - I wanted you to know I read your tribute to Cain last night.  It was a beautiful blessing, about 15 people in attendance.  Very cold, still, beautiful night, with a wonderful firepit going that we all (of course) gathered around.  As I read the tribute, there was one single chime that started and very softly played throughout the reading. I have no doubt at all that Cain was there, listening to all the lovely things you wrote about him, and making sure, in return, that you know how much he loved you too.

Purrs,
Jenn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kelly &#8211; I wanted you to know I read your tribute to Cain last night.  It was a beautiful blessing, about 15 people in attendance.  Very cold, still, beautiful night, with a wonderful firepit going that we all (of course) gathered around.  As I read the tribute, there was one single chime that started and very softly played throughout the reading. I have no doubt at all that Cain was there, listening to all the lovely things you wrote about him, and making sure, in return, that you know how much he loved you too.</p>
<p>Purrs,<br />
Jenn</p>
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