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	<title>Comments on: History and Blogging</title>
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		<title>By: Alex W.</title>
		<link>http://eakin.edublogs.org/2006/10/02/history-and-blogging/#comment-310</link>
		<dc:creator>Alex W.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 01:36:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Diary,
   Hello. My name is Molly Smith and I am 16 years of age. I attend a small school for girls in my own town of Jamestown, VA. My father is the blacksmith for the town and my mother is a nurse for the wounded of the war. And as for the war .. I hate it. I find it completely ridiculous. I remember the day it began. I stood on my property and watched my love walk away towards the war with my heart in his hands. I haven't seen him since. I write to him once a month, but no response

   I watch my town become miserable and angry. I pray for this war to end everyday. Killing people is not the way to win independence. Who ever wins ..good for them. If I could make this nation come together as one.. forever ..I would.</description>
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   Hello. My name is Molly Smith and I am 16 years of age. I attend a small school for girls in my own town of Jamestown, VA. My father is the blacksmith for the town and my mother is a nurse for the wounded of the war. And as for the war .. I hate it. I find it completely ridiculous. I remember the day it began. I stood on my property and watched my love walk away towards the war with my heart in his hands. I haven&#8217;t seen him since. I write to him once a month, but no response</p>
<p>   I watch my town become miserable and angry. I pray for this war to end everyday. Killing people is not the way to win independence. Who ever wins ..good for them. If I could make this nation come together as one.. forever ..I would.</p>
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