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					<description><![CDATA[&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.yourautisticlife.com/author/yourautisticlife/&quot; rel=&quot;ugc&quot;&gt;@yourautisticlife&lt;/a&gt; I enjoyed this immensely. Thank you. I have a parallel with your story. In a  bleak period of my life, struggling to rebuild my life and develop a spiritual practice, my most valued time was walking our dog early morning. One spring day, the sun rose behind the wood in the park where we were. Marvelling at all the different colours of the leaves I realised they were all different. Then, boof, all the same. Boof, all part of the same.Like me, different, the same, part of it all.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://www.yourautisticlife.com/author/yourautisticlife/" rel="ugc">@yourautisticlife</a> I enjoyed this immensely. Thank you. I have a parallel with your story. In a  bleak period of my life, struggling to rebuild my life and develop a spiritual practice, my most valued time was walking our dog early morning. One spring day, the sun rose behind the wood in the park where we were. Marvelling at all the different colours of the leaves I realised they were all different. Then, boof, all the same. Boof, all part of the same.Like me, different, the same, part of it all.</p>
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