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	<title>Comments on: When Ghosts Come Calling</title>
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		<title>By: Susannah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susannah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 22:47:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Leah. . . and thank you for sharing another wonderful blog post with us.  I love your writing and always feel drawn in by your words and instead of sitting remotely at my computer reading your stories, I feel I enter the world they create and have to blink and realise where I am whenever I finish reading!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Leah. . . and thank you for sharing another wonderful blog post with us.  I love your writing and always feel drawn in by your words and instead of sitting remotely at my computer reading your stories, I feel I enter the world they create and have to blink and realise where I am whenever I finish reading!</p>
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		<title>By: Leah Whitehorse</title>
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		<dc:creator>Leah Whitehorse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 18:52:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Happy Halloween Firedancer! 
Thanks for sharing your story. It sounds like a good Spirit who is taking care of the place.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Happy Halloween Firedancer!<br />
Thanks for sharing your story. It sounds like a good Spirit who is taking care of the place.</p>
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		<title>By: firedancerx</title>
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		<dc:creator>firedancerx</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 18:43:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Leah, Happy Halloween! I really like this post! When I was a child, we lived in a house on a hill with Spirits within and surrounding it. In particular, there was one that liked to sit under a tree and over a cliff. After many years, for several reasons, I came to suspect if that Spirit could be my own self coming from the future into the present, When I have grown up, I revisited the place. No one lives in the house anymore. Still, it smells the same. I ran through my old furniture with my hands. The tree had been cut down but locals tell me they often still see the same Spirit sitting on the tree stump. Guards walk their rounds past the tree stump several times every night, and they reported frequent sightings. I took my children up the hill to visit the house at midnight. The spirit did not bother us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Leah, Happy Halloween! I really like this post! When I was a child, we lived in a house on a hill with Spirits within and surrounding it. In particular, there was one that liked to sit under a tree and over a cliff. After many years, for several reasons, I came to suspect if that Spirit could be my own self coming from the future into the present, When I have grown up, I revisited the place. No one lives in the house anymore. Still, it smells the same. I ran through my old furniture with my hands. The tree had been cut down but locals tell me they often still see the same Spirit sitting on the tree stump. Guards walk their rounds past the tree stump several times every night, and they reported frequent sightings. I took my children up the hill to visit the house at midnight. The spirit did not bother us.</p>
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