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	<title>Comments on: Napowrimo #5: The Wandering Pine</title>
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		<title>By: Festival of the Trees #23</title>
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		<dc:creator>Festival of the Trees #23</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] POETS see trees in countless subtle ways&#8230; A hallow tree peers into my window as if it were watching an art exhibit. - Corinne Elizabeth The trees whisper of spring’s approach While small birds sit amidst the conversation Cocking their heads this way and that. - Beverly Robertson What color is the rain, that softly falls on a quiet morning from a colorless sky? - Nina The Wandering Pine migration’s an unstoppable stampede which makes up in tenacity for what it lacks in speed; - Harry Rutherford [...]</description>
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