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To read my reports on alternative energy sources, make your selections from the following links:

Wind Power
http://www.susvalleypolicy.org/wn_files/windpublicpdf.pdf
Wind Power for Home Use
http://www.susvalleypolicy.org/wn_files/windathomepublicpdf1.pdf
Turning Animal Waste into Power
http://www.susvalleypolicy.org/wn_files/animalpowerpublicpdf2.pdf
Geothermal
http://www.susvalleypolicy.org/wn_files/geothermalpublicpdf1.pdf
Tidal Energy
http://www.susvalleypolicy.org/NewEnergy.asp?aid=1393


Listen to Radio Shows on Alternative Energy:
http://www.thevoiceofpa.net/BrowseCategories_SubLevel.aspx?i=42
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