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			<givenName>Georgia</givenName>
			<familyName>Johnson</familyName>
			<formatted>Georgia Johnson</formatted>
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		<aboutMe>I live in some of the last great farmland in the pacific northwest, surrounded by Puget Sound, the Skagit river, acres of vegetables, berries and grain. I grow a pretty good garden and can connive the peppers and basil into thinking they&apos;re planted on the south slopes of a Provencal hillside.
I teach teenagers about cooking, science and conscious living.
I plan and help make lunch for kids at our local schools.
I live in a very old house with a very cool man, dog and cat, Goose, Monk, and Jojo. 
I write about what is happening around me whether by poetry or prose.</aboutMe>
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