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		<description>The original writings of author Joel David Harrison</description>
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			<title>Pines by the Sea</title>
			<description>This is part of a novella along with &quot;All Out Beyond Horizons&quot; which is also posted here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/439321/</link>
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			<title>Homeless</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Maybe that&amp;rsquo;s all family really is; a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.&amp;rdquo; - Andrew Largeman, Garden State&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sitting on the plane, just as it was taking off on my first trip to Denver, I tried to envision my new home: a sloping green lawn with a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/411585/</link>
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			<title>All Out Beyond Horizons</title>
			<description>A love story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/254417/</link>
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			<title>Pipe</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The lightbulb in the right corner of the vanity mirror flickered on and off.&amp;nbsp; It was the wiring, not the bulb that was faulty; nevertheless, it made it very difficult to pluck and shape eyebrows.&amp;nbsp; Bernard had to lean very close to the mirror and fix his eyes on the exact..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/222885/</link>
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			<title>Intelligence</title>
			<description>The recognition of patterns is the simplest form of intelligence.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/222882/</link>
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			<title>I Put My Hand to the Plow and Look Back</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wake up on Friday morning wanting to punch my roommate in the face, and I do. That&amp;rsquo;s how I end up in the hospital. I have never hit someone, closed fisted, in the face before. I&amp;rsquo;ve slapped people plenty of times, mostly because I was too afraid to punch. But not toda..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/222879/</link>
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			<title>Signifiers and Signifieds</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Signifiers and Signifieds&amp;rdquo;by Joel David Harrison&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I slump in the front seat of my car. A mist is beginning to descend, dampening the parking lot asphalt. The brick of the building goes from a dull pink to a deep orange. The 11:49 pm train is crossing the Gold Line..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/222868/</link>
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			<title>We Will Divide and Pull Apart</title>
			<description>Space and time were gone. Jonas had never been able to conceive of such a thing until that moment. He was sure no one had.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdharrison/222850/</link>
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