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	<title>Comments on: Doorway to Inspiration</title>
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	<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 07:33:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Lucy</title>
		<link>http://www.inspiremethursday.com/2008/05/08/doorway-to-inspiration/#comment-15058</link>
		<dc:creator>Lucy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 06:04:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was about four or five, my parents started leaving me notes from 'fairies' with little presents, every so often. It was so exciting as a little girl! The fairy doors in Ann Arbor remind me of 'my' fairies, Erin, Fyrrel and Cutie-Pie. 
I don't think anyone is ever crushed by believing in fairies, then later finding out they aren't real. That sense of magic and beauty is a great thing to learn in childhood and it carries on, only attached to different things, as you grow older.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was about four or five, my parents started leaving me notes from &#8216;fairies&#8217; with little presents, every so often. It was so exciting as a little girl! The fairy doors in Ann Arbor remind me of &#8216;my&#8217; fairies, Erin, Fyrrel and Cutie-Pie.<br />
I don&#8217;t think anyone is ever crushed by believing in fairies, then later finding out they aren&#8217;t real. That sense of magic and beauty is a great thing to learn in childhood and it carries on, only attached to different things, as you grow older.</p>
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		<title>By: Em</title>
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		<dc:creator>Em</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 14:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>From my journal:

http://www.etstudio.net/door.html

I love this rich engraving of a Renaissance door from Aix-en-Provence, France, and I also like to mess around with textures and colors to contrast with the rigid ancient feeling of the very proper door and how the words also add something unknown and mysterious - doors always project a sense of adventure and the unknown for me, a path waiting to be discovered.</description>
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<p>I love this rich engraving of a Renaissance door from Aix-en-Provence, France, and I also like to mess around with textures and colors to contrast with the rigid ancient feeling of the very proper door and how the words also add something unknown and mysterious - doors always project a sense of adventure and the unknown for me, a path waiting to be discovered.</p>
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		<title>By: karen rodes</title>
		<link>http://www.inspiremethursday.com/2008/05/08/doorway-to-inspiration/#comment-14735</link>
		<dc:creator>karen rodes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 03:14:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My grandparents had some spooky cellar doors, the kind you lift open from the outside.That mossy damp smell of the stairwell fills my nostrils all these years later. I remember the old plank style of the doors and their absolute intrigue to a little girl who would never go down there alone. "Heart Of The Home"is a digital montage dedicated to my grandparents and their home of over fifty years.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandparents had some spooky cellar doors, the kind you lift open from the outside.That mossy damp smell of the stairwell fills my nostrils all these years later. I remember the old plank style of the doors and their absolute intrigue to a little girl who would never go down there alone. &#8220;Heart Of The Home&#8221;is a digital montage dedicated to my grandparents and their home of over fifty years.</p>
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