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			<title>That Morning Of July.</title>
			<description>Seemingly never ending and deep that is the way I usually sleep.The morning air was notoriously cold and provoking,I lay flat lazy and I thought and kept on thinking how much I to sleep and how painful in the process of wakening.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Can I afford a couple more hours?&amp;rdquo; the laz..</description>
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			<title>God's Gift</title>
			<description>Golden hue of the new sun, sparkling dew droplets on the grass and leaves, Buzz of the bees, young little buds on the twigs and branches, green was never so green.It was just another late October morning.It was a time when a close one was a&amp;nbsp;stranger and life was going on. Life was like ..</description>
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