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		<title>Sunday Messenger</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Susan Minarik]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2024 01:35:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A flicker of tan caught my eyeand, expecting a butterfly,I glanced toward the window.“Oh! A deer!” I said aloud,surprised as a graceful fawnambled into view, then paused,surveying the scene, listening,every muscle in its body readyto bound away. A Sunday messenger,come as an unexpected guest,so welcome a sightfor these world-weary eyes,refreshing them, reminding methe world still&#8230; <a class="more-link" href="https://notesfromthewoods.com/sunday-messenger/">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Sunday Messenger</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>A flicker of tan caught my eye<br>and, expecting a butterfly,<br>I glanced toward the window.<br>“Oh! A deer!” I said aloud,<br>surprised as a graceful fawn<br>ambled into view, then paused,<br>surveying the scene, listening,<br>every muscle in its body ready<br>to bound away. A Sunday messenger,<br>come as an unexpected guest,<br>so welcome a sight<br>for these world-weary eyes,<br>refreshing them, reminding me<br>the world still holds the wild and free.</p>
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