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				<title>rebekah wrote a new post on the site The Nature of Nature 2019</title>
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									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=355" rel="nofollow ugc">Ethical Slaughter?</a></strong>I have always been of the mind that there’s no such thing as ethical slaughter. Being a vegetarian and on-and-off vegan for the past 6 years, m <a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=355" rel="nofollow ugc"><span>[&hellip;]</span></a></p>
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									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=353" rel="nofollow ugc">Panorama</a></strong>I sit on the porch of an old yellow house in the Catskill Mountains. Beneath me is a sturdy wood porch, and my fingers fiddle with the cracks <a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=353" rel="nofollow ugc"><span>[&hellip;]</span></a></p>
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									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=292" rel="nofollow ugc">Rainy</a></strong>Tut-tut, it looks like rain!  When I was little one of my favorite things was Winnie the Pooh, and who could ever forget the rainy days in the <a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=292" rel="nofollow ugc"><span>[&hellip;]</span></a></p>
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									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=290" rel="nofollow ugc">Johnson&#039;s Woods</a></strong>Along the boardwalk there is a spot of char where a bench used to be. The burned area is very obviously contained, and leads me and others I was <a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=290" rel="nofollow ugc"><span>[&hellip;]</span></a></p>
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									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=258" rel="nofollow ugc">The Oak Grove</a></strong>I first came upon the Oak Grove in the winter of my Freshman year. The air was thoroughly chilled and I desperately needed some air and a study <a href="http://ecowrite.voices.wooster.edu/?p=258" rel="nofollow ugc"><span>[&hellip;]</span></a></p>
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