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	<title>Comments on: Remembering What Was Given Up to Get to Dresden</title>
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		<title>By: News from Abroad and From the Homefront &#124; My Son Can Dance</title>
		<link>http://mysoncandance.net/2012/08/remembering-what-was-given-up-to-get-to-dresden/#comment-4777</link>
		<dc:creator>News from Abroad and From the Homefront &#124; My Son Can Dance</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 06:28:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] Today, with Ron leaving Julian in Dresden after his weekend visit&#8211;the last time there will be any family there to help him or see him until possibly November (but I&#8217;m not even sure about that)&#8211;I suddenly was overcome with sadness and fear. I cried harder than I had when Julian and Ron left that ticket counter at the airport to head for security. [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Today, with Ron leaving Julian in Dresden after his weekend visit&#8211;the last time there will be any family there to help him or see him until possibly November (but I&#8217;m not even sure about that)&#8211;I suddenly was overcome with sadness and fear. I cried harder than I had when Julian and Ron left that ticket counter at the airport to head for security. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Suzanne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Suzanne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2012 15:44:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your article really hit home.  My son attended his first summer intensive this year and then went on to his much-loved language camp.  He knows that this year will be his last year at camp, because he must devote more time to dance.  He also is preparing for the possibility of attending a pre-professional boarding school in another year or two.  Those boys do indeed have to give up so much to follow their dreams.  This year, my son went away for six weeks.  The separation is hard on us parents.  We give up a lot, too.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your article really hit home.  My son attended his first summer intensive this year and then went on to his much-loved language camp.  He knows that this year will be his last year at camp, because he must devote more time to dance.  He also is preparing for the possibility of attending a pre-professional boarding school in another year or two.  Those boys do indeed have to give up so much to follow their dreams.  This year, my son went away for six weeks.  The separation is hard on us parents.  We give up a lot, too.</p>
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