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		<title>The Ripening &#8211; Thais Gloor</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 13:25:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[THE RIPENING Oh, where&#8217;s the pail? No, the berry pail.. Ah, there it is - Grab it and run The sun is high It is warm  It is the end of July I am dreaming of pie! Toasty warm, fragrant, delicious blueberry pie from my toasty warm, fragrant, delicious blueberry patch kind of day today [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Blueberry Hill &#8211; Leonard Eskowitz</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 01:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[BLUEBERRY HILL Out of That Squalid City Oh, we share that dream. You were a young lady in a linen dress growing up in light, white-washed days in Maine, a tom- boy, probably; closer somehow to earth and sea, left behind. And I, wanting to be out of this squalid city, there; and seeing in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ripening &#8211; Alice B. Fogel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 21:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[RIPENING Nothing but time-when it is time- can make the blueberries ripe, their skins plush as lips, deeply filled with the colors of bruise and breath and bliss: Nothing can rush this, this slow swell  of growth, this lush and lavish splash of fruit, this bloom and blush and burst. You can’t feed it anything [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dinner at Six, Monhegan House &#8211; R.A. Szostek</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 00:09:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[DINNER AT SIX, MONHEGAN HOUSE It became a memorable first gathering. Monhegan the meeting place, the group of four, old friends and new, together. A toast to making acquaintances and the good fortune of being on island. The time honored ritual of breaking bread, as conversation and wine flow through the evening. With fond memories, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The View from Above: Monhegan House, 7 A.M. &#8211; Marjorie Mir</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 22:09:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The View from Above:  Monhegan House, 7 A.M. Into the small frame, modest landscape of yellow garden hose, overturned red barrow, the settled gray of shingled houses, early lettuce bedded out, lilacs at crescendo,   here she comes, trotting at a pony’s pace, a young girl in a striped knit cap, pom-pom bobbing on a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>That Sea &#8211; L.E. Wilson</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 00:28:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[THAT SEA           I first beheld the sea when I was twen- ty two, immediately knelt to drink to taste, first-hand, if it were really salt (you never know&#8211;the stories could’ve lied) first chance to dream beyond the blue hori- zon’s edge, expand a midwest prairie’s view to something grander: waves [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Elizabeth Ann &#8211; Gus Bombard</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 23:39:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[THE ELIZABETH ANN The rolling, rocking waves beat at the solid hulled boat with their timed sun struck force. My grin of pleasure broke bright as white caps as the slow, grinding movement thrust the boatload of tourists to the island. Spray and gulls, buoys and low, small breasted islands blend on the plexiglass window [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ice Pond &#8211; Frances Dowling Vaughan</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 01:08:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ICE POND                       1 In early morning when the sun lights up last night’s beads of dew, all the way to the pond I walk through a show of spiders’ lacey art hanging from branches of the spruce.           2 Once [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Island Cottage &#8211; Marjorie Mir</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 21:23:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ISLAND COTTAGE for Frances Vaughan Over the years and many visits, since no one was at home, imagination was my entry, allowed me morning coffee  on the small front deck, the privilege of touching down lightly, lingering there. Today an invitation came from the poet whose cottage it happens to be. Inside, it is trig [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Some Day I Will Build Here&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 22:30:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marjorie Mir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“SOME DAY I WILL BUILD HERE” &#8211; Lucia Weinhardt When I first found it years ago, this ramshackle affair was just barely a footprint on a sweet and lonely piece of land not too far from the back side’s ever-alluring edge. Nestled amongst the low-lying scrub and the skeletal bones of the once burnt and [...]]]></description>
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