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			<title>Canning 2000</title>
			<description>After a trip to the wilds of Alaska with my mother</description>
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			<title>Arctic Prayer</title>
			<description>A prayer written upon my return from my time in the tundra of the arctic circle.  Just saying it takes me back. . .</description>
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			<title>Grandma's Hands</title>
			<description>Written when my Grandma Ware died . . . she had a life well lived.</description>
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			<title>Nameless Among the Named</title>
			<description>I wrote this before even going to DC to see the Vietnam War monolith - I saw pictures that my mother brought home with her and imagined the feeling of it.</description>
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			<title>I watched the sunrise end the night</title>
			<description>Written when I was missing a dear friend who had moved away</description>
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			<title>On Parenthood</title>
			<description>A self-reflection, written when my girls were young, and edited through out the years.</description>
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			<title>Who Then Cares for the Boy</title>
			<description>I have heard it said that in the years it takes a man to grow wise, the young man dies.  I think he is still there.</description>
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