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	<title>Comments on: Forgotten House</title>
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	<description>The purpose of the South Carolina Picture Project is to celebrate the beauty of the Palmetto State while preserving some of its vanishing landscapes.</description>
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		<title>By: Toney</title>
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		<dc:creator>Toney</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This shows, to me, the cycle of life.  In earlier times this house was born from the hands of a man and probably his family.  During its life much was shared and oh, the stories it could tell.  Life was hard but good.  After some years one by one it&#039;s inhabitants left and the house was left alone.  Times got rough for the old place.  Without love and purpose there was nothing to do except watch everything go by.  Becoming a part of someone&#039;s history.  Like all things man made it dies.  Leaving only skeletal remains.  Soon they&#039;ll be gone also.  Such is the cycle.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This shows, to me, the cycle of life.  In earlier times this house was born from the hands of a man and probably his family.  During its life much was shared and oh, the stories it could tell.  Life was hard but good.  After some years one by one it&#8217;s inhabitants left and the house was left alone.  Times got rough for the old place.  Without love and purpose there was nothing to do except watch everything go by.  Becoming a part of someone&#8217;s history.  Like all things man made it dies.  Leaving only skeletal remains.  Soon they&#8217;ll be gone also.  Such is the cycle.</p>
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