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	<title>Revelations of a Traveler</title>
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		<title>Conceived in November</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A song for Brendan&#8217;s Birthday, August 25th, 2010.

As my parents&#8217; six children produced fifteen children and around half a dozen were conceived in November and born in August, I am overwhelmed with birthdays this month. Add a friend or two into the equation and I often forget to congratulate all but I usually remember milestone [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=2034</link>
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		<title>I don&#8217;t really know</title>
		<description><![CDATA[what I&#8217;ve been up to. I&#8217;ve done a little editing, a little cleaning, a lot of laundry, and somehow time disappears. 
The weather has been a little crazy &#8211; not the heat you&#8217;d expect in the south of France but most days warm enough to wander and eat lunch outdoors. 
After the jazz festival in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=2026</link>
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		<title>Jazz</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Marciac Jazz Festival &#8211; click here to see Rob&#8217;s photographs
Rob and I returned on Friday evening exhausted from the jazz festival in the small town of Marciac. Last year was its thirtieth anniversay and somehow over the years, with the help of Wynton Marsalis, this small festival has gained an international reputation and attracts the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=2016</link>
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		<title>Leaving town without my computer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I can&#8217;t remember the last time I did this but I need a break. 
This has been a strange, unsettling week. I find myself deficient as a person and a writer. I have wanted to comfort friends and I can&#8217;t find the words. Everything that comes out of my mouth or onto paper or onto [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=2012</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Dance me to the end of love&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Memories of my dancing teacher: Gladys Gale 
My dancing teacher is being cremated today. I have been thinking about her since her son, only child, sent me an email on the 23rd of this month, telling me that she had &#8220;passed away&#8221;.
She was one of the most beautiful women that I have ever met. Her [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=1995</link>
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		<title>Socializing</title>
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My days pass in a kind of daze. I&#8217;m always busy, my mind always active, but I&#8217;m moving at my own slow pace and enjoying having time to do as I please.
And part of doing what I please includes accepting house work or, to put it in fancier terms, I&#8217;ve accepted work as a property [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=1975</link>
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		<title>Writing Woman</title>
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And so the writing week has passed and Marlene left for London yesterday. All is quiet (though I can hear Rob in the kitchen upstairs and the washing machine humming in the next room.) 
Last Friday was the finale dinner of our Jungian autobiography course and I spent the day in the kitchen, preparing the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=1965</link>
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		<title>I love summer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At last, we have had a stretch of beautiful weather. Some days when the temperature rises over 30 and sweat is dripping down my back and at midnight, when there isn&#8217;t a hint of a breeze and no clothes feel like too many, I remind myself that just over two weeks ago, we had to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=1958</link>
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		<title>My Father</title>
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A song for my Dad
A lot of people say that I&#8217;m the splitting image of my father. Rob says that I own some of his facial expressions. My mother says that, just like him, I don&#8217;t have a peaceful bone in my body. But it wasn&#8217;t until I was last home and we took a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=1953</link>
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		<title>In Requiem</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I learned, in the past two weeks that two friends had died earlier in the year. And this past week, my sister-in-law &#8211; though she hasn&#8217;t lived with Rob&#8217;s brother for years &#8211; died of a heart attack. She would have been 60 in October. 
Dear Hans Miguel was in his 80s, a long-time friend [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nicheoriginals.ca/yvonne/?p=1945</link>
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