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Her: I can totally see how that would make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: but now I wish I was a bunny. I'm all scrunched over my keyboard like a bunny&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Her: but don't you always kind of wish you were a bunny?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: yes. or a pony.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Her: you are so a small horse.</description><link>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/49305229890</link><guid>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/49305229890</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:50:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>We Carry It To Our Ends</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight I sat at a table in Chelsea that sits within that very special six block radius that means so much to so many people I know. And I was alone it. No one I sat with knows the beauty and joy of these stories, of our stories. They met me long after this time had passed. They do not know that this is the placed we were forged. It is the place where we learned to love the hard way. It is the place that we fought for each other. It is the place where we fought for hope. It is the place where we laughed and wept and cried out for more life. So tonight I sat table in the middle of it remembering all that was won and all that was lost. I remembered who we were and the people we would become. All of it a beautiful mess resting in grace. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a sweet season that has passed but we carry it with us. We will carry it to our ends with joy and thanksgiving. This is who we are… This is who we are&amp;#8230; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/45092645970</link><guid>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/45092645970</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 01:25:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Home.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b1494a0b4c783f288ecef6bbf30eb96a/tumblr_mgeyhaefR81qahsbvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Home.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/40174271400</link><guid>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/40174271400</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 09:19:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There is always the poet, the lunatic, the lover; there is always the religious man who is a queer..."</title><description>“There is always the poet, the lunatic, the lover; there is always the religious man who is a queer mixture of the three.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Frederick Buechner, &lt;em&gt;The Magnificent Defeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/40173153737</link><guid>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/40173153737</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 08:49:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Bunny rabbits compete in show jumping course: Dressage set to take world by storm | Mail Online</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1381464/Bunny-rabbits-compete-jumping-course-Dressage-set-world-storm.html"&gt;Bunny rabbits compete in show jumping course: Dressage set to take world by storm | Mail Online&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://garvs.tumblr.com/post/5642657781" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;garvs&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad sent me this link because he knows me VERY WELL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/5765492296</link><guid>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/5765492296</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 08:33:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Best Thing About Life...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It keeps moving with or with out you whether you want it to or not. This big wonderful thing operates primarily independent of us. And somehow in the midst of that being the worst thing about life it becomes the best thing. The burden of it all lifts and we are finally allowed to live our own great story&amp;#8230; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/2056013179</link><guid>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/2056013179</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 22:56:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Why can’t I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply."</title><description>““Why can’t I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patti Smith, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/1618816511</link><guid>http://morganmcguire.tumblr.com/post/1618816511</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 09:22:17 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
