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	<title>Comments on: Time: three weeks</title>
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	<description>Country life at 7,000 feet</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 01:06:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: toodie</title>
		<link>http://besidethestream.com/time-3-weeks/2008/02/28/#comment-143</link>
		<dc:creator>toodie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 16:17:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Since childhood family camping days in California's Siskiyou mtns, I have been obsessed with deet trails--would always follow them as far as I could without getting into poison oak. To me, they were the sidewalks, driveways and back alleys of their nighborhood. We never saw the deer during the day, but they came out at night to chew on my mom's dishtowels hanging on the improvised clothesline!</description>
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