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			<title>I begin</title>
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			<published>2008-03-17T18:15:11Z</published>
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/Ningles/2008/03/17//#64847-1205774111-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos/64847-1205774111-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old man, impeccably dressed, leather briefcase, a convenient pause in the middle of heavy Roman traffic. Collecting himself before he strides off again at 'go', for the umpteenth time. 

I have started and left behind many blogs which I occasionally revisit to reminisce. Each past blogpost a crystallized moment, kind of like a photograph. 

I do not pretend to be a photo pro or an avid amateur. My blogposts shall stand merely as still points in the moving traffic of the world, a chance to catch my breath and collect myself. Much like that old man, whose gait suggested he had been taking the same route to work everyday, oblivious of the 2 tourists behind him, intent on his simple path, comfortable with himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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				<name>Ningles</name>
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