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		<title>Thoughts on Autumn</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2017 14:36:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Pine Needle Pathway From deep inside I feel the coming of winter. That time of magnificent transition in the northeast part of America is autumn. It has a unique scent and color palette; the feel of the air on skin is prickles a ripple of events in the body that resonate with some ancient, primal [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Special Memory from 2016</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2017 05:27:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>What Do I Remember? A blogging challenge has me thinking about a special memory from 2016. Sorting and categorizing memories is tricky business.  What&#8217;s special one day if forgotten the next.  The scary, awful stuff seems to forever float near the surface of consciousness while the fun stuff takes work to recall.  This in part [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Destination Ohio</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2017 05:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Hunting Snakes and other Memories of a Father My father has been gone almost 14 years from the world.  In my mind and heart he never left.  I see him in the mirror, hear him in my words, and sense him in the places I travel. I believe he and I are quite different.  His [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Focus on the Journey</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2016/02/focus-on-the-journey/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2016 06:15:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Destination or Journey? During my ride to work I was thinking about destinations, places I might like to visit on the Vespa.  Aside from coffee shops and quiet places to write in my journal, I was coming up empty.  There are no dreams of riding to the top of Pike&#8217;s Peak, Daytona Beach, the Tail [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Riding and Memory</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2006/11/riding-and-memory/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>On the way home last night I stopped at a church near my home. The landscape had that intense end of autumn feel where the sky seems bloated with the color and shape of snow. Looking across the cemetery I experienced a flood of memories extending back to childhood and while not all of them [&#8230;]</p>
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