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	<title>Comments on: The Recipe for a Real Blueberry Pie</title>
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		<title>By: Tom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tom</dc:creator>
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		<description>I remember us picking the berries out on the expansive hilly tundra.  The low bushes looked like a minature forest of fruit trees. Our boys bounded around and ate more than they picked.  I picked berries and stood guard against animals with a 45 mag in my sholder holster. You picked the most with your quick nimble fingers.  The weather was cooling and had driven the bugs away. The clear blue artic sky expanded to forever.  I remember picking the berries more vividly than eating the pie.</description>
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