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	<title>Comments on: The Yukon</title>
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		<title>By: David</title>
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		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 20:42:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you so much, Lynn. My short time there was such a beautiful experience and I do hope to return again soon.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you so much, Lynn. My short time there was such a beautiful experience and I do hope to return again soon.</p>
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		<title>By: Lynn Simpson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lynn Simpson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 16:25:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As a former Whitehorse resident for four years, I was, of course drawn by the title of this poem.  I love it. I&#039;m not sure what hits me at this moment.  I am reminded of the beauty of the land ; and that there was always more &#039;beyond&#039;-more land to explore, more magic to be revealed, and more stories to be dug out.  And the ever-flowing Yukon river that carries all &quot;and caring of what she leaves behind.&quot; Nice.  Thanks for this!  L.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a former Whitehorse resident for four years, I was, of course drawn by the title of this poem.  I love it. I&#8217;m not sure what hits me at this moment.  I am reminded of the beauty of the land ; and that there was always more &#8216;beyond&#8217;-more land to explore, more magic to be revealed, and more stories to be dug out.  And the ever-flowing Yukon river that carries all &#8220;and caring of what she leaves behind.&#8221; Nice.  Thanks for this!  L.</p>
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		<title>By: Leticia Dominguez</title>
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		<dc:creator>Leticia Dominguez</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:20:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nicely stated.  If we, humans, were only so caring in what we leave behind.  Thank you for sharing!

Thanks Leticia ~ David</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nicely stated.  If we, humans, were only so caring in what we leave behind.  Thank you for sharing!</p>
<p>Thanks Leticia ~ David</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
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		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 20:03:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>About this poem:
This was written just outside of Whitehorse, while sitting on the shore of the Yukon River. I had decided to walk along the river, looking for inspiration in the beautiful landscape, which is often a dangerous thing to do. Hours seemed to pass, with my notebook empty, when suddenly I was approached by a raven. Ravens and foxes have always been favourite companions to me. He flew around me for quite some time, doing acrobatics before me only about twenty feet in the air before he landed beside me. I opened my notebook to write and when I was finished, he flew up and soared north towards the hills. The sketch I drew there is a particular favourite as well, well scribbles really, and is of such poor quality I have only ever shared it with a couple people.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>About this poem:<br />
This was written just outside of Whitehorse, while sitting on the shore of the Yukon River. I had decided to walk along the river, looking for inspiration in the beautiful landscape, which is often a dangerous thing to do. Hours seemed to pass, with my notebook empty, when suddenly I was approached by a raven. Ravens and foxes have always been favourite companions to me. He flew around me for quite some time, doing acrobatics before me only about twenty feet in the air before he landed beside me. I opened my notebook to write and when I was finished, he flew up and soared north towards the hills. The sketch I drew there is a particular favourite as well, well scribbles really, and is of such poor quality I have only ever shared it with a couple people.</p>
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