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		<title>Tree men</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 22:25:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Perched atop a thin eucalyptus branch with surprising grace, looking perky as a cockatoo and with the audacious moniker of “Petal”, he deftly prunes. In another nearby tree his forest activist workmate Nishe mimics. They &#8220;earn&#8221; money by protecting homes such as mine from overhanging branches that in high winds could fall, or, in bush [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Importance of little blessings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 20:40:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear readers, Cast yourselves back to when your were four or five years old. In the fog of memory are there any images of you as a free spirited munchkin running with total abandonment and zero fear of falling down? And, if you did fall, do you remember rolling with laughter? Last week twenty one [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The young seeds</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2011 22:41:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb. Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm. What should our gaze mean? Kit waited for me to decide. Standing on such a hill, what would [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Our two halves</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 22:55:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Saturday morning just past and I am sitting in my favorite corner breakfast chair holding a 2nd coffee while looking upwards through the gable windows to the hill top beyond. Three dark shapes barely visible stay perched on the skeletal, silvered limbs of a wind shaped tree. Minutes pass. These three wedge-tail eagles, cuddled together [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For those of us childless</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 23:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Is it not time to free ourselves from the beloved [child] even as we, trembling, endure [their] loving? As the arrow endures the bowstring’s tension so that, released, it travels farther. For there is nowhere to remain. Rilke Six year old Georgie visited me this past week. As I witnessed the tender love exhibited between [...]]]></description>
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