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	<title>Comments on: grateful for my voice</title>
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		<title>By: Darren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Darren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:50:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There are times when you sound like a little girl, it&#039;s true; there are also times when you sound like a mother and a best friend and a playmate, the whisper of wind in your wistful sigh and the steadiness of a mountain behind your supportive urgings. It&#039;s your voice that utters the arsenal of words that I have grown to envy and to delight at, to engage with clever play and sensual, furtive flirtation. After not hearing it for four years, it was like coming home to feel those first words against my ear again, and now I hold against my heart the inexhaustible joy that that voice of yours is the very last thing I hear before I slip down the stairs at night, and the very first beauty I wake up to every morning.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There are times when you sound like a little girl, it&#8217;s true; there are also times when you sound like a mother and a best friend and a playmate, the whisper of wind in your wistful sigh and the steadiness of a mountain behind your supportive urgings. It&#8217;s your voice that utters the arsenal of words that I have grown to envy and to delight at, to engage with clever play and sensual, furtive flirtation. After not hearing it for four years, it was like coming home to feel those first words against my ear again, and now I hold against my heart the inexhaustible joy that that voice of yours is the very last thing I hear before I slip down the stairs at night, and the very first beauty I wake up to every morning.</p>
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		<title>By: Wirehead</title>
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		<dc:creator>Wirehead</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 15:51:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can&#039;t imagine any other voice coming out of your mouth.

If you had vocal-plastic-surgery and got your voice lowered, it would be like a bad science fiction movie.</description>
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<p>If you had vocal-plastic-surgery and got your voice lowered, it would be like a bad science fiction movie.</p>
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