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	<title>Comments on: The Why We Live Here Moment</title>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[That&#039;s one of my favorite paintings. The shame is that no reproduction does it justice--you have to see it in the Tate to really get the effect of the light and the fluorescence. Last night I was meditating on the fact that some people never grew up with the magic of fireflies, and feeling terribly sorry for them. My favorite time of day is that point when the sun is down, and all the whites seem to glow from the inside. And the fireflies start their nightly dance, and I can hear the neighborhood owl in his tree.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s one of my favorite paintings. The shame is that no reproduction does it justice&#8211;you have to see it in the Tate to really get the effect of the light and the fluorescence. Last night I was meditating on the fact that some people never grew up with the magic of fireflies, and feeling terribly sorry for them. My favorite time of day is that point when the sun is down, and all the whites seem to glow from the inside. And the fireflies start their nightly dance, and I can hear the neighborhood owl in his tree.</p>
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