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		<title>Spring Rains</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The persistence of strength and hard work, just to live, and to function each day. When the flowers bloomed, and the rains subsided, you noticed.. and, you smiled. Work, and joy, were words that one spoke in the same sentence, or at least that is what this photo conveys to me. This photo brings a [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The persistence of strength and hard work, just to live, and to function each day. When the flowers bloomed, and the rains subsided, you noticed.. and, you smiled.<br />
<div id="attachment_1937" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/12357135_1082407118437601_4502920621530894870_o-1-450x352.jpg" alt="Moore/Nelson Flume near Stevenson, WA., early 1900&#039;s." width="450" height="352" class="size-medium wp-image-1937" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Moore/Nelson Flume near Stevenson, WA., early 1900&#8242;s.</p></div>Work, and joy, were words that one spoke in the same sentence, or at least that is what this photo conveys to me. This photo brings a smile across my face, and when I close my eyes and breath in, I swear I can smell the fresh spring rains.</p>
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