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	<title>Comments on: ON BEAUTY</title>
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		<title>By: Alabama</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alabama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 08:59:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Daphne,

Thank you for sharing such a BEAUTIFUL story on beauty.

Natalie and all of us @Alabama Chanin]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Daphne,</p>
<p>Thank you for sharing such a BEAUTIFUL story on beauty.</p>
<p>Natalie and all of us @Alabama Chanin</p>
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		<title>By: Daphne</title>
		<link>http://alabamachanin.com/journal/2011/09/on-beauty-3/#comment-17667</link>
		<dc:creator>Daphne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 01:09:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The thing that came to my mind as I read this was tank barges.  I used to inspect them, and that entails going inside the tanks (once they are clear of cargo) and normally there are several hatches (doors) that are opened on the top to let air and light in, though you still need a flashlight.  Here in New Orleans, especially in the summer, these inspections end up being roasting sessions in huge metal boxes that absorb and radiate heat and have residue of some pretty nasty stuff still inside (benzene, meth-ethel-death, etc.).  And yet, I used to stand transfixed watching sunlight stream through these hatches while dust particles danced in the light and the yucky residue sparkled and shone in the most amazing bronzen and irridesent colors.  I always meant to bring my camera with me, but it was probably one of those things that you just can&#039;t capture on &#039;film&#039;.  Beauty in such an unusual place.  For me, a little smile from God when it was very much needed.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The thing that came to my mind as I read this was tank barges.  I used to inspect them, and that entails going inside the tanks (once they are clear of cargo) and normally there are several hatches (doors) that are opened on the top to let air and light in, though you still need a flashlight.  Here in New Orleans, especially in the summer, these inspections end up being roasting sessions in huge metal boxes that absorb and radiate heat and have residue of some pretty nasty stuff still inside (benzene, meth-ethel-death, etc.).  And yet, I used to stand transfixed watching sunlight stream through these hatches while dust particles danced in the light and the yucky residue sparkled and shone in the most amazing bronzen and irridesent colors.  I always meant to bring my camera with me, but it was probably one of those things that you just can&#8217;t capture on &#8216;film&#8217;.  Beauty in such an unusual place.  For me, a little smile from God when it was very much needed.</p>
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