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		<title>The Artful Joy of Splitting Sourdough</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[A friend of mine killed her starter. Dead. I didn&#8217;t ask how. Vacations. Life. A summer heat wave. It happens. So a few days later I just split mine and delivered one half it to her in a plastic pouch. Problem solved, and she could go back to baking loaves. This marks the third time [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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