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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 7:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 8:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:36 pm
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"Loving you is no more crazy than a dog finding the end of a rainbow. Dogs are colorblind; they don't see color. Just like we don't see love...or air. We can feel the air, we can feel it passing by, but we can't see it. It's just like a blur. It's like we're caught in a tornado and the world is just spinning around us, but imagine if we could stop that tornado, eh? Imagine if we could stop that tornado, get out, look around, and see the air for what it really is? A thing as unimaginable as color to a dog, and as real, as tangible as that chair you're sitting in. Love is the same. Now if we could see love like that, really look at it, then maybe we could see the flaws as well as the form. And that's it; it's that simple. That's all I discovered. I'm just a... a guy who saw love when no one else could see. I'm that dog who saw a rainbow, only none of the other dogs believed me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 1:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 3:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 3:23 pm
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