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		<description>The original writings of author Christine Crowson</description>
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			<title>Enough</title>
			<description>perception of feeling something in our lives and the abuses our flesh crave to achieve such.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/1021485/</link>
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			<title>&quot;a story at the end of this cigarette&quot;</title>
			<description>i continually try to put myself in others shoes to embrace their vantage no matter how different from mine. never judge a person, for you don't know where they've been or where they're going.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/1011343/</link>
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			<title>Falling Star</title>
			<description>written last night with weary bones and tired perception, but sometimes i crave that pencil to paper sensation. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/1011201/</link>
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			<title>Perfectly Imperfect</title>
			<description>who we are.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/1008055/</link>
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			<title>run away</title>
			<description>an inward struggle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/1005673/</link>
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			<title>The Storm Inside</title>
			<description>A storm, how it poursthe lightning,penetrates my soulthe thunder,reminds me of my impeding doom..Leaking raindropsescape through my crystal eyesforming a mirror,right below my gaze,that reflects my sorry state..Why, oh why must myweathered eyesundergo such abuse..Why,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/994338/</link>
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			<title>Parameters of Perception</title>
			<description>just a quick jot of something floating through my mind. enjoy :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/988776/</link>
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			<title>&quot;A Life Her Own&quot;</title>
			<description>Every person has a story, though masked to the public. I find beauty in the discovery of the path each person has traveled. For, no matter the pain, it has transformed that person into who they are.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/983973/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Cold Disposition&quot;</title>
			<description>The beginnings of lyrics for a soon blossoming song :) enjoy beautiful people!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/983970/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Words&quot;</title>
			<description>Each person is effected by words. Each and every day. This poem just opens a glimpse into a wish to capture such words. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frommyvantage/983964/</link>
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