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	<title>Comments on: THE HEART: THE CHRONOLOGY OF OUR COTTON FIELD</title>
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		<title>By: Kass Carrell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kass Carrell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This article about brought tears to my eyes.  I grew up in a West Texas farming community.  My backyard was a cotton field.  When I was a little girl I would pick cotton to make little pillows for my dolls. As I grew I realized why old men talked about the weather so much. I was always amazed at how everyone talked about the heat, the rain, the wind, etc.  It wasn&#039;t until I was older that I realized that this was their lively hoods and weather was important. Rain was important! Yeh, I am one of those people that dance in the rain..haha. Anyway, I have three girls of my own now and once had a small clothing line for little girls, I could never find the material I was looking for. Never! Never the right colors, never soft enough. It was so disheartening . I dream of having fabric like you have. Even more I dream having a cotton field for beautiful cotton cloth to be made. I admire all that you have done for your community and only hope to be able to inspire so many as you have. You are an inspiration. Thank you Natalie. Kass]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This article about brought tears to my eyes.  I grew up in a West Texas farming community.  My backyard was a cotton field.  When I was a little girl I would pick cotton to make little pillows for my dolls. As I grew I realized why old men talked about the weather so much. I was always amazed at how everyone talked about the heat, the rain, the wind, etc.  It wasn&#8217;t until I was older that I realized that this was their lively hoods and weather was important. Rain was important! Yeh, I am one of those people that dance in the rain..haha. Anyway, I have three girls of my own now and once had a small clothing line for little girls, I could never find the material I was looking for. Never! Never the right colors, never soft enough. It was so disheartening . I dream of having fabric like you have. Even more I dream having a cotton field for beautiful cotton cloth to be made. I admire all that you have done for your community and only hope to be able to inspire so many as you have. You are an inspiration. Thank you Natalie. Kass</p>
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