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		<title>At 52 degrees, hornets are already...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At 52 degrees, hornets are already going in and out of their gray globe in the weeds. I watch the sunrise by inference on the western ridge.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/31/159120893</link>
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		<title>At last the garden cricket has...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At last the garden cricket has a rival. They creak slowly back and forth. I scan the western sky for what&#8217;s left of last night&#8217;s moon.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/30/159120891</link>
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		<title>It starts to rain. A hover fly...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It starts to rain. A hover fly lands on the rim of my mug, its thin, yellow-banded abdomen twitching like a nervous and anorexic bee.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/29/159120888</link>
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		<title>A cyanide millipede&#8212;black...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A cyanide millipede&#8212;black segments edged in orange, yellow cilia undulating&#8212;flows through the garden like a dangerous amusement park ride.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/28/159120883</link>
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		<title>In the springhouse marsh, 13 cattail...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the springhouse marsh, 13 cattail spikes are turning brown. When I go over for a closer look, a deer pops her head up, swivels her ears.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/27/159120878</link>
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		<title>The small cross of a plane against...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The small cross of a plane against the blue, its distant drone. A flicker climbing the dead elm loses his footing on a patch of sunlight.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/26/159120876</link>
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		<title>The vibrating of a dead branch...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The vibrating of a dead branch from which a bird has just flown. In a funnel spider web among the weeds, 14 raindrops from the last storm.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/25/159120874</link>
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		<title>Three hummingbirds circle the...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Three hummingbirds circle the blowsy remains of the bergamot at sunrise. One lands on a bare twig and grooms her breast feathers.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/24/159120872</link>
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		<title>Highway noise from over the ridge...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Highway noise from over the ridge; a whiff of diesel. A downy woodpecker going up the dead elm passes a nuthatch going down.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/23/159120867</link>
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		<title>Two male towhees trade tweets...</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Two male towhees trade tweets from opposite sides of the yard. At the top of the dead cherry tree, a goldfinch swivels back and forth.]]></description>
		<link>http://morningporch.com/2010/07/22/159120865</link>
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