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	<title>Comments on: Convoluted, but on my mind</title>
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		<title>By: Slowlane</title>
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		<description>I have had this post as a &quot;sticky&quot; in my bloglines since you first posted it, and periodically I will read all the way through it again and catch a different aspect of your reflection that encourages me or challenges me.

Today I comment because your statement that grief is the form that love takes when the object is removed struck me as I have been feeling petty for grieving in a particular area.  But seeing that as proof that I loved in that area is a comfort and helps give me &quot;permission&quot; to grieve.

Anyway, I just finally thought I should comment on this post that has been with me for so many months.</description>
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<p>Today I comment because your statement that grief is the form that love takes when the object is removed struck me as I have been feeling petty for grieving in a particular area.  But seeing that as proof that I loved in that area is a comfort and helps give me &#8220;permission&#8221; to grieve.</p>
<p>Anyway, I just finally thought I should comment on this post that has been with me for so many months.</p>
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