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	<title>Dancing Birds</title>
	<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com</link>
	<description>by Auburn McCanta</description>
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		<title>This Could Be How Lemonade Got Started</title>
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Families:  We bond and birth and grow and sometimes sadly diminish.  We tip over and right ourselves again.  We&#8217;re generations old and still we&#8217;re fresh and new.  We operate with the code that it&#8217;s okay to treat each other in ways that we would NEVER allow an outsider.  (I can call my sister ugly, but [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=909</link>
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		<title>A Few Dancing Birds</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s not a chance in the world that anyone can stay in a stormy mood while watching this.  I hope it makes you smile as it did me.  Enjoy!

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		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=907</link>
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		<title>Two Scorpions and One Shoulder Later &#8230;</title>
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It all started with a scorpion.
It was early morning and I&#8217;d walked, sleepy-headed, back and forth from the great room into the kitchen several times.  Barefoot.  Several times.  Pouring coffee, grabbing another section of the newspaper to take back to my soft spot on the couch, peering into the refrigerator to think about what I&#8217;d [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=901</link>
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		<title>Victoria&#8217;s Story</title>
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I&#8217;ve been saving my words to tell you things.  Tomorrow we&#8217;ll talk.  Tomorrow, or the next day.  I&#8217;m still saving and collecting and sorting through all the words I&#8217;d like to say, those things to blurt out like a kid who has an entire school day of events to relate between bites [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=899</link>
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		<title>Journals I Plan to Write (Someday)</title>
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I once had a collection of journals that covered years of thoughts, ideas and notions.  One day, in a blurt of cleanliness and ridiculous orderliness, I threw them all away.  Every one of them.  Those thrown-away pages contained a history of magical, albeit banal days, each one recorded in my rather messy and spider-like handwriting.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=894</link>
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		<title>Under the Same Summer Moon</title>
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When I was a kid, school PE was not exactly my favorite time of day.  I was the skinny, geeky girl with stringy hair and wienie arms.  I was never anyone&#8217;s first choice when it came time to divvying up for teams &#8212; especially when we played Dodgeball.  Not only was I slow-footed, those skimpy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=884</link>
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		<title>You&#8217;re On!!!</title>
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Cut on Dotted Line

At last!  From the World RPS Society, a comprehensive strategery and guide [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=878</link>
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		<title>Still Crazy After All These Years</title>
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When every moving part in your Arizona home is crumbling, leaking, falling, crashing and/or otherwise breaking, this is what you do:  You fly to Montana!  You walk off the airplane, grinning like a monkey because you see your girlfriend you haven&#8217;t seen since high school.  In the short time it takes to wrap your arms [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=871</link>
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		<title>Pour Roby and a Yellow Tea Kettle</title>
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Have you missed me?  I&#8217;ve missed you.  I&#8217;m sorry for my unannounced absence, but this has been a very wild and crazy last couple of weeks.  Apparently, it&#8217;s the McCanta&#8217;s Annual Season for Breakage.  I&#8217;m thinking of submitting this seasonal phenomenon as a suggestion to Those-Who-Make-Such-Decisions as a proposed National Holiday.
May I enumerate?  I may?  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=860</link>
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		<title>Step Away From the Fruit Loops</title>
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When I broke my leg nearly two years ago in a tragic shopping mall incident, I was stuck flat out on the couch for four months.  Four months of healing and eating and eating and healing.  Okay, well, maybe more eating than healing.  There is something about a third of a year, flat on one&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dancingbirds.com/?p=848</link>
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