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			<title>Wilderness Song</title>
			<description>I was working in a small town, Globe Arizona, which sat at the edge of an indian reservation. My job was to paint the halls at night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinhull/960388/</link>
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			<title>When the Song Left the Sea</title>
			<description>This is my first novel, which has evolved slowly over a decade. Please enjoy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinhull/959895/</link>
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			<title>Last Pictures</title>
			<description>This is a true story of an elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Landon, for whom I worked periodically over a number of years. 

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinhull/957515/</link>
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			<title>BODHISATVA</title>
			<description>I heard the story of the sage who had achieved 'Freedom' yet chose to stay behind until all others had passed through the gates of enlightenment. I was thinking of personal experiences as well ... </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinhull/957186/</link>
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			<title>THE ARTIST</title>
			<description>Inspired by an artist I knew and observed. Such effort to express the Ineffable!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinhull/957181/</link>
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			<title>WHEN THE SONG LEFT THE SEA</title>
			<description>Hector was a quiet man, haunted by memories of war. Until she arrived -- a much younger beauty, who gave him a son and vanished. Our stories often collide. Discover what may rise from the wreckage.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinhull/957157/</link>
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			<title>THE MACHINE</title>
			<description>A strong personal element here. Yet, as poetry demands, a touch of the universal creeps in: the robot catches a glimpse of himself, gasps, falls, and begins the painful journey of coming to life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinhull/957127/</link>
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			<title>SPRING</title>
			<description>This is a little spring poem in three parts. The last, a simple haiku, was born from insomnia and the recognition of a certain songbird that began piping about an hour before first light.</description>
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