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		<title>Yellow Butterflies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mooresville, NC I sat down on this padded porch chair, putting my coffee down and breathing a deep sigh of relief. It&#8217;s been forever since I have written, and the past however many weeks hit me like a wave knocking me off my feet. For a person that finds peace and inspiration in being still [...]]]></description>
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		<title>We Need &#8220;Special Needs&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My first week at camp was interesting. I love it, but it&#8217;s really challenging.  I have always been around people with special needs, so it wasn&#8217;t a culture shock. My brother has Downs syndrome,  and my dad and my best friend&#8217;s mom worked with them. Often, I try to hard to psychoanalyze people with special [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Away I Go</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I just got back from a three week meander across the west coast and back. It was an interesting trip. I felt like I was in the movie &#8220;Away We Go.&#8221; In the movie, a pregnant couple travel across the US visiting people, trying to find a place they belong. (I love this movie- and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brookegale.com/?p=665</link>
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		<title>My Statement Of Belief</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lately, I have been struggling with what I believe. I guess it&#8217;s because truth is not as black and white as I once thought. No, it&#8217;s a palette of beautiful colors. Truth is not hard facts written on paper, Truth is a Him, a person, Jesus. You have to know Him, and that is a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Longer Orphans</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been back for a bit now. It&#8217;s been interesting. It is good, I love being back with people I love, and all. I miss the kids mostly. I am still sorting through and processing everything that happened. There is a lot of changed going on in my life right now.  I am leaving YWAM [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Drawing A line In The Sand</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Well, I am home. It&#8217;s been a journey to say the least. India for me has been a love-hate relationship. I didn&#8217;t think I could cope at first. It was an odd feeling, me being the world traveler, and adventurer. It felt like too much, too many old women with hands left as stubs from [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Zoos &amp; Underground Sugar Cane Shops</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Week 5 Update Zoos &#38; Underground Sugar Zane Shops Every day we walk through our neighborhood, about 10 minutes to the Children&#8217;s home. We pass &#8220;Raj&#8217;s Shoppe&#8221; where we buy milk, bread and mango ice cream. We pass about 8 stray dogs, often picking though trash, We cut through field with a family of girls [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Walking Up Dark Stairs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, I walked the steps to the top floor of a brothel. They were narrow, wooden, creaky, dark. It was late afternoon, almost time to wake up, to begin business. I wondered how many walked these dark stairs before, and what their motives were. We followed Jasmine, a young girl with a slender nose and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Good bye, Chennai.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tonight, we are getting on a train to ride 24 hours to Pune. We are saying goodbye to the city that has slowly become a temporary home the past few weeks. The faces I have met will stay with me. Joshua* had a flashy bright blue shirt that made him stand out from the other [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brookegale.com/?p=635</link>
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		<title>something on the road, cut me to the soul.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(I don&#8217;t have any pictures of the leper colony cause it wasn&#8217;t allowed.) We walked into the barren clinic on the edge of the leprosy colony. A familiar face hung on both sides of the wall, Mother Teresa, a picture of loving the &#8220;least of these&#8221; we were about to meet. I made my way [...]]]></description>
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