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	<description>Reflections on Writing, Woodworking, and Ethics</description>
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		<title>Next?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Upon returning from that haven of the wintered elderly, I had running through my brain an exchange that might amuse those of us in the Medicare crowd. And for those who have yet to bite into that apple of wisdom in the sunset years, this might provoke a chuckle as you anticipate being Next. For [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Live Oak</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At a certain age numberless Americans and Canadians turn into snowbirds as the icy winds pour down from arctic climes, bringing with them snow. The snowbirds come to Florida and walk the beach, putter in the shops, and eat too much. This January we joined the flock to go to Melbourne, forty miles south of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dust</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I walked down a sandy path the other day, stepping on crushed leaves and unseen pulverized insect bodies, not to mention ashes and decomposed paper, I realized how we are constantly surrounded by dust. Indeed, the whole earth is constantly tending toward dust and emerging from it. Or so it seemed to me at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Conservatives and Liberals?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Like most of you I look out at the political landscape in America and see only “the One” and then the circus of opposition hopefuls, feeding on each other. How did it come to this? The Republican party of my parents – Ike, Rocky, Stassen, even Taft – descended to outrageous irrationality, lies, and sheer [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2012/01/conservatives-and-liberals/</link>
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		<title>Collaboration in Time and Space</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Two events involving my son Eric coalesce to begin our new year. The first involves his trans-Atlantic collaboration with my god-daughter Anja Decke to put on a multi-lingual version of his ecology musical for children, “Animal Party.” Anja’s father, Gerd Decke, is a long-time friend of fifty years who opened the door for me to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It seems that most of us know someone who is suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease or some form of dementia that robs them of their mental capacities even as their bodies continue on. Sometimes the disease alters their personality. Other times it simply brings out features that may have been buried while they bustled about with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2011/12/gone/</link>
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		<title>Beginning Again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the past year my wife Sylvia has pulled back from her big artistic projects and gone back to the piano, which took a back seat to her other pursuits in music and the arts for many decades. We recently found a picture of her at age seventeen standing next to her family’s piano in a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thanksgiving</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thanksgiving Day has always been my favorite holiday, with its simple focus on a gathering of family, friends, and sometimes strangers for a feast to celebrate God’s abundance. Like the good deed that goes not unpunished it is now engulfed in violent gridiron sports, an obscene scramble for merchandise gnawing at its shrinking stage. As [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Peace, Poetry, and Cyprus</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The past two weeks have been a departure from my usual routines of writing and woodworking, as I journeyed to research some family history at the old family home in Virginia and then took part in this year’s Lake Junaluska Peace Conference, followed by the semi-annual conference of the North Carolina Writer’s Network.  In between [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Raisin&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At our recent poets&#8217; gathering at City Lights Bookstore in Sylva, NC, a quip passed around the room evoking painful laughter. It grew into a little poem to share with you. I raised ‘em best I could, Did my best to hold ‘em to their promises, Let ‘em play but kept ‘em at their chores. [...]]]></description>
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