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			<givenName>Rene</givenName>
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		<displayName>Georgie&apos;s Rose</displayName>
		<aboutMe>I have been called an educated idiot. That came from an uneducated grandmother so I don&apos;t hold any grudges. Much.
I have two kids, two cats and one dog. And a husband.
They all like to eat. But where does food come from? 
It starts with me, I provide the meals my family consumes. 
But where does it start? 
I used to think at the grocery store. Man, was I wrong. 
I do live in a rural state but I don&apos;t live in a rural community. I live in a regular house, on a regular street in a regular neighborhood with a regular yard.
And I&apos;ve been studying and testing and remembering gardening things from my childhood spent with my mother&apos;s family in NW Oklahoma and I think I may have some advice to help you find your food again.</aboutMe>
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