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	<title>Comments on: Sharing the Wealth of Powerful Women</title>
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		<title>By: robin</title>
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		<description>Several years ago, when living in Cleveland, I went on a girls  trip  to Key West. There I bought a 7 foot handpainted sunflower. It became my symbol for “bloom where you are planted.” When we moved to Denver, I put it on my porch and when giving my address, I would say, “ I live in the grey brick house with a purple front door and colorful sunflower”. One day I thought it wonderful that no one had ever taken it; two days later, someone stole it in the middle of the night. The power of thought? Who knows. But after getting over the feeling of violation and loss, I said to Ken, “ They needed it more than I do now. I must be blooming.”</description>
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