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	<title>Viviculture</title>
	<link>http://www.viviculture.org</link>
	<description>Love life</description>
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		<title>snow on ice</title>
		<description>finally, a little snow...
long awaited, ached for
tired crust of old snow
frozen and refrozen
brittle with stress and irritation
a gentle shhhhhhh of wet flakes on ice
cool, calm, breathe </description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/28/1244/snow-on-ice</link>
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		<title>hungry</title>
		<description>a bright sun, almost too bright
snow slowly melting back from the edges of the driveway
ice crystals, matted plants
leaving patches of bare ground on southerly slopes
but I can't get too comfortable
there's still a cold wind
it refreshes but won't let me stand still

plants visible
but the ground frozen hard
growing indoors - wheatgrass only ...</description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/27/1243/hungry</link>
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		<title>diminuendo</title>
		<description>a bit crisper
some sun, a breeze
better defined
but then the day gets sidetracked by one, small problem,
but one which resists resolution for hours
and the rest of the day piles up.
when it's finally fixed
and I look up
the sun is gone.
The clouds are low and flat and purple in the West.
A few hours ...</description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/26/1242/diminuendo</link>
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		<title>fog to hope</title>
		<description>fog, just plain fog,
barely freezing and then not at all.
whiffs of warm air float by my nose
tantalizing scents - the spices of spring. 
There will still be slush and mud and gray days, but
for today the fog burns off, and there is
sun and birdsong and hope. </description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/25/1241/fog-to-hope</link>
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		<title>fading in</title>
		<description>day fading in
  purple, blue, pink pastels
  trees emerging from the dark and haze
moon fading out </description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/24/1240/fading-in</link>
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		<title>hatless</title>
		<description>A bright, diffuse sun,
glowing snow - soft, radiant
snow looking like clouds, glowing pink, then yellow, then white
as the sun climbs higher.
Upper 30s.
Warm morning, warm day (warmth is relative) -
no hat, no gloves, no coat.
It's been a long time 
and the sun feels good,
and the cool air on my bare head
and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/23/1239/hatless</link>
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		<title>staying home</title>
		<description>more relaxed again
staying home
skirting the edges of a cold
but not (yet) slipping in </description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/22/1238/staying-home</link>
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		<title>relax</title>
		<description>another orange moon at dawn
resting in the trees

I run out of time (again)
and feel a little panic-stricken at first
but then (realizing that some of it can, really, honestly, wait),
I manage to let go of my to-do list
and relax and enjoy my busy-ness for a while.

But (naturally) I enjoy it even ...</description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/21/1237/relax</link>
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		<title>moon watch</title>
		<description>at 6:30 in the morning
a huge, orange moon rests on the western horizon
12 below zero, again

at 6:30 in the evening
everywhere I go, every twist and turn
the full moon follows, up high and watching me

at 8:45 at night
the moon again takes on an orange cast
but this time it's a lunar eclipse
like ...</description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/20/1236/moon-watch</link>
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		<title>stark</title>
		<description>A tree trunk in shadow stands dark, forbidding, ominous,
blocking me
from the cold glare of the sunlit snow beyond.

character-building times...
cold that retreats for a day
only to come back and linger.
no snow, no rain,
just a dust of flurries riding a mocking wind.
dry cold
my skin cracks
my fingers click against each other
like frozen twigs,
black ...</description>
		<link>http://www.viviculture.org/2008/02/19/1235/stark</link>
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