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	<title>Comments on: The Keys Chronicles (Pt. 6): Tarpon</title>
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		<title>By: sensitive soul</title>
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		<dc:creator>sensitive soul</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 14:27:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That pre-dawn time IS truly magical.  As much as I am not a morning person, I do appreciate the quiet mist hanging over the water (and fields).  Always brings to mind &#039;Brigadoon&#039;, and wishing that I could capture and keep that magical moment.  The gray that lingers in wait for the sun to burn through mid-morning is almost as if God knows it&#039;s too early to be so bright.  I don&#039;t mind the wind, as bad as it may be for fishing.  The kiss of fresh air over my face is too great a reminder to live fully! And to be grateful to feel every sensation.  Maybe I&#039;m just too much of a hedonist.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That pre-dawn time IS truly magical.  As much as I am not a morning person, I do appreciate the quiet mist hanging over the water (and fields).  Always brings to mind &#8216;Brigadoon&#8217;, and wishing that I could capture and keep that magical moment.  The gray that lingers in wait for the sun to burn through mid-morning is almost as if God knows it&#8217;s too early to be so bright.  I don&#8217;t mind the wind, as bad as it may be for fishing.  The kiss of fresh air over my face is too great a reminder to live fully! And to be grateful to feel every sensation.  Maybe I&#8217;m just too much of a hedonist.</p>
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