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		<title>By: Club Troppo &#187; Wednesday&#8217;s Missing Link</title>
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		<description>[...] A red heart - Blogger on the Cast-Iron Balcony  Two weeks ago I woke up to a familiar smell. Our bedroom window faces north, and I could smell gum tree logs burning - a scent I’m addicted to, of hearth fires and campfires and barbequeues outdoors. [...]</description>
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