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		<title>full moon tonight</title>
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		<title>my precious tabitha</title>
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		<title>like pigeons</title>
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"Now I think of the starling flocks that move across the stripped winter landscape at home; how you'll hear and look up to this great rush of birds, lifting and diving and turning. I think of the ravens, afloat on the air streams. Of the crows, going home at the ...</description>
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		<title>a slice of heaven</title>
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copyright 2010 meg cebula

breathe
wicklow mountains, ireland </description>
		<link>http://www.megcebula.com/2010/05/03/a-slice-of-heaven/</link>
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		<title>saying goodbye</title>
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copyright 2010 meg cebula

pigeons of st. stephen's green
dublin, ireland </description>
		<link>http://www.megcebula.com/2010/04/24/saying-goodbye/</link>
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		<title>i miss the beach</title>
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		<link>http://www.megcebula.com/2010/02/18/i-miss-the-beach/</link>
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		<title>keep going</title>
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you can't stop now </description>
		<link>http://www.megcebula.com/2010/02/18/keep-going/</link>
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		<title>second nature</title>
		<description>"she clutched her purse and was completely composed,
gracefully accepting people's sympathies,
but when they started to shovel the dirt
over old dick's coffin she began to weep,
and her grief was strong enough
to chase the sparrows from the trees."

-  alice hoffman
~ thanks alice </description>
		<link>http://www.megcebula.com/2010/01/07/second-nature/</link>
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		<title>random pluck</title>
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compress

july 2009, copyright meg cebula </description>
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