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	<title>Comments on: Winch Floral (1960)</title>
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		<title>By: Alexis Hemmenway Swigert</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alexis Hemmenway Swigert</dc:creator>
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		<description>My early years as a child I spent growing up watching my grandpa Winch run the Flower Shop. I woul pick up whatever flowers that I felt salvagable up off the floor and give them to him with a huge smile like I just did a good thing. That smile is what got me out of trouble when I picked the Tulips from our garden at home. My mother had moved us (my sister &amp; I) to Texas in 1987, we returned in 1988 for my Grandfathers funeral. Even though that was the last time I had gotten to visit the Flower Shop, it remained to this day just as sentimental to me as it had then.</description>
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