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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>Isn&amp;rsquo;t there a momentwhen you realize that mortality is real?Everything comes toan end.When I was young I feareddeath, the cold, unmoving corpse that everyone eventually becomes.What a foolish fear.Death isn&amp;rsquo;t what peopleshould fear, since people die long before ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/1358623/</link>
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			<title>The Wrong Kind of Love?</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve been told that my love is wrong, vile and evil. I&amp;rsquo;veseen grown men cringe as my fingers lace with yours. I&amp;rsquo;ve felt the scrutinizingglares when I lean close to you with a smile. I&amp;rsquo;ve heard whispers of mysinfulness when my lips brush against yours. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/1217795/</link>
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			<title>Till Death</title>
			<description>A man who realizes his mistakes too late.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/1206329/</link>
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			<title>When?</title>
			<description>When will I know?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/1206327/</link>
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			<title>Is Something Wrong, Sweetie?</title>
			<description>A tale of getting lost.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/1110057/</link>
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			<title>The Gunshots</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He stood at the foot of a long and gray mountain. Rain slowly soaked his bleach blond hair which hung in his face. At the top of the mountain a single pitch black crow circled. It&amp;rsquo;s lonely call, full of pain and loneliness..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/946712/</link>
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			<title>The White Crow</title>
			<description>A story about good and evil and a friendship that suffers from both sides.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/946710/</link>
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			<title>A Small Life</title>
			<description>An important question. Does one life really matter that much?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sandr/946297/</link>
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