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	<title>Comments on: January 28 1986</title>
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		<title>By: Nance</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nance</dc:creator>
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		<description>That moment!  We were living in Hampton, VA, at the time and I was at home alone; the kids must have been in school. I was excited, had been doing my housework within earshot of the TV, waiting for a cue telling me to stop and sit down to see the take-off.  An hour afterward, I could have phoned someone, but I knew not to do that to anyone or to myself.  There are some truths so unreasoningly horrible, our minds don&#039;t ask us to make them one iota more real just yet.  I love that our brains try to take care of us that way...trying to give the living just a little more time--and space.</description>
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