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		<aboutMe>Right now, I&apos;m here to follow adiaryofamom.  Maybe, soon, I&apos;ll use this to say what I want to say. But for now, I&apos;m running to keep up with reading and discovering and connecting.  These are the things I NEED.  The wanting-for things will have to wait.

FYI: My son&apos;s name is Cameron.  In the very beginning, he had his own language that only a few could understand...Cameronease. I became fluent in it. It&apos;s amazing how fast you can learn a new language when your happiness depends on it.  His words are easily understood now, but his meaning is sometimes lost on others.  Unless, of course, you speak Cameronease.</aboutMe>
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