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	<title>Comments on: Ordinary flowers in a rice paddy</title>
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		<title>By: YoMama</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Great commentary on everday appreciation for the commonly overlooked little gems in nature! I remember when your daily walks as a toddler in Huntington Central Park was full of amazement and joy at finding perfectly dehydrated squashed african clawed frogs or shriveled up ponds full of squirmy,  gasping-for-air catfish.  And there was that time (age 10?) when you were determined to photograph and catalog roadkill like coyote, badger and deer...that is, until we got out and you actually had to look at the poor deer all twisted up in rigor mortis. Your current photos are much happier and upbeat!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great commentary on everday appreciation for the commonly overlooked little gems in nature! I remember when your daily walks as a toddler in Huntington Central Park was full of amazement and joy at finding perfectly dehydrated squashed african clawed frogs or shriveled up ponds full of squirmy,  gasping-for-air catfish.  And there was that time (age 10?) when you were determined to photograph and catalog roadkill like coyote, badger and deer&#8230;that is, until we got out and you actually had to look at the poor deer all twisted up in rigor mortis. Your current photos are much happier and upbeat!</p>
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