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    <title>In their branches</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2015 04:16:33 +0000</pubDate>
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    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ipernity.com/home/315017"&gt;Alass&lt;/a&gt; has posted an article:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Black winter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ravens, windy skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Deep-green moss gleams on the elms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The last sentinel leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have left their usual stations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to rattle and scuttle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
drift and pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They've gone to earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
leaving the job to the new recruits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
still wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
dreaming in their buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A lone honeyeater rest in a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ipernity.com/home/315017"&gt;Alass&lt;/a&gt; has posted an article:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Black winter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ravens, windy skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Deep-green moss gleams on the elms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The last sentinel leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have left their usual stations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to rattle and scuttle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
drift and pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They've gone to earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
leaving the job to the new recruits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
still wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
dreaming in their buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A lone honeyeater rest in a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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