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	<title>Comments on: Getting wet together 12/4/08</title>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Elizabeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 16:23:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I joined you late after a dreadful day poring over boring folders doing bureaucratic checks.  It's fair to say I was not in a good mood when I arrived.  But Hilde's feelings chime with mine in that after a while (and a bottle of dry cider)my mood lifted and I felt peaceful - as if there was a little grove in the middle of the Festival Hall.  (One of) the great things about our group is a feeling that we are all accepted for what we are with all our irrationalities, intensities and extremes as well as our intelligence and good sense.  It's a rare thing in this life.  I was going to write a poem but haven't got round to it.  However, the following came into my head - probably as an ending but it will stand alone:

When the lights go out over Europe
And Tamesis rises,
May I find myself with you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I joined you late after a dreadful day poring over boring folders doing bureaucratic checks.  It&#8217;s fair to say I was not in a good mood when I arrived.  But Hilde&#8217;s feelings chime with mine in that after a while (and a bottle of dry cider)my mood lifted and I felt peaceful - as if there was a little grove in the middle of the Festival Hall.  (One of) the great things about our group is a feeling that we are all accepted for what we are with all our irrationalities, intensities and extremes as well as our intelligence and good sense.  It&#8217;s a rare thing in this life.  I was going to write a poem but haven&#8217;t got round to it.  However, the following came into my head - probably as an ending but it will stand alone:</p>
<p>When the lights go out over Europe<br />
And Tamesis rises,<br />
May I find myself with you.</p>
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