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		<title>None The Wiser</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Melanie Chartoff]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I felt it happen gradually over the last few weeks. A change in momentum, a pause at a precipice. I noticed during the fading of summer into autumn, I slipped past the adolescence of my senescence and began to enter a home stretch, a third act.&#160;&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;This merits a halt to contemplate, to mark the&#8230;</p>
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		<title>To Fully Bloom</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sarah Beth Gerbers]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2022 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The following piece touches on the topics of miscarriage and grief. The June sun was high with days long and bright, but from my point of view it was as if all the shades had been pulled down tight. The outside light was denied permission to enter by the thick, confusing darkness enveloping my heart.&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Wild Garlic (Allium ursinum, Ramsoms)</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Roberta Marshall]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2022 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>All that strange silent spring last year I smelt wild garlic. It grew under the trees and perfumed my garden with its pungency. It spread on the wooded riverbanks where I went for my daily walk. I breathed its savoury scent as I dodged other walkers and their dogs on the shady paths, it even&#8230;</p>
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		<title>The Garden&#8217;s Postscript</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rachel Lauto]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2022 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Winter, they say, is a season of sleep. Most of nature has put away her baubles, her flowers, her fruits, her pretty things; has turned over, stretched, yawned, nestled her mossy head into the crook of her arm, and fallen into the long slumber of frosts and timid daylight. Throughout 2021,&#160; I visited the botanical&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Send My Roots Rain</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Carmela Pinto McIntire]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#160;&#160;&#160; When we decided to move full time to Grand Rapids from Miami, people in both locations scratched their heads. “Aren’t you moving in the wrong direction?” My short answer: “I’d rather have snow than hurricanes.” True, but far too brief to convey the enormity of the move, the unexpected feelings it evoked. &#160;&#160;&#160; The&#8230;</p>
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