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	<title>Comments on: Sounds of Spring</title>
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	<description>A Bird Blog with Kate St. John</description>
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		<title>By: Kristen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 00:37:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>{sigh}  What a lovely post.  I was out of town, but I can clearly picture it.</description>
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		<title>By: Libby Strizzi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Libby Strizzi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:32:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You write so well, Kate.  Your words paint a picture, set the scene.  I can see you standing  on your porch in the dark, then going in for coffee.  I was up by 7, heard the same songs, heard the same storm &amp; thunder -- your piece was like an echo of my experience.</description>
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