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			<title>Tesco</title>
			<description>Just got back from tescothe city of aisles.In one piece i might add.First i visited men's toiletriesa tiny enclave overwhelmed,surrounded by&amp;nbsp;women's beauty aids.Outnumbered, insufficient and besieged&amp;nbsp;on all sidesby vanity.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;then i made&amp;nbsp;the long arduous ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/223091/</link>
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			<title>Movement</title>
			<description>What is a life without movement?What is the sinew and bone of a mighty beast,its magnificent frame and taut musclebut without the wild charge or dynamic gestureor the wild charge without flying dirt and dust?What is the miracle of anatomy with all its infinite structural complexitybut ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/223089/</link>
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			<title>Misplaced Unease</title>
			<description>Practice engine failure, go!It wasn't in these final wordsthat i experienced the deep sense of unease.Nor was it in the way my stomach remainedin the hover at four hundred feetwhile the rest of me dropped out of the sky like an anvilin a nose down bid to find the right speed for lift..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/223086/</link>
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			<title>Gliese 581c</title>
			<description>Sombrero galaxies spiralsend rugged asteroids tumbling,to plunder barren worlds,and cut across bright cavities&amp;nbsp;in ionised gasas&amp;nbsp;dense colossal swirling nebulae birthing starspenetrate a thick black&amp;nbsp;expanse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Interstellar monsters roam infinity,striking&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/223083/</link>
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			<title>Petko</title>
			<description>Never a man more proud, than the fearless Bulgarian colonel who carried home his virgin bride six kilometres just to prove his love and spoke nothing of his pain. Never a man more proud, than this impassioned lion heart who fought with spirit and honour, his enduring courage renown..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/223079/</link>
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			<title>London Bus</title>
			<description>The definitive London experiencethe most authentic simulation.You could have chosen a trek through the Andesor ballooning over the serengeti, but you selected the bestso sit tight and savour the rich detail.Do you see that glint of sunlightcatching the roof of the pristine white van ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/223077/</link>
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			<title>First Solo</title>
			<description>Out steps instructor, door bolts firmly shutDeserted now within this violent contraptionA cacophony of screaming blades and juddering metalA beast stomping long grass flat in tempestuous blastFrenzied and alive it seems, a raging vortexInside an anxious child, quivering and abandonedThe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221307/</link>
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			<title>Woolacombe</title>
			<description>Here is where you'll find my soulIn the twilight of&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;transient lifeAn enchanted child on Woolacombe beachPerfect family summer daysWarm air thick with delicious memoriesTingling exhilaration of rushing salt waterof sunbaked silky golden sandSweet candy floss, scones with ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221305/</link>
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			<title>Atlantis</title>
			<description>In the moments before I stood in the darkawakened&amp;nbsp;from disturbed sleepin the back of a car&amp;nbsp;on Cocoa beachlike a child&amp;nbsp;in anticipation of great wonderbut wondering what to expectfrom that distant little white speck&amp;nbsp;three miles across the wateron&amp;nbsp;the threshold ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221304/</link>
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			<title>Horror</title>
			<description>What price for horror?and how much to ignore it?Im just browsingbut what will it cost my soul to hear the agonised squealof a hostage slaughtered like a sacrificial goat?pleading to wake from his nightmareas shrouded murderers descend upon him with knivesholding him downexcruciatin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221303/</link>
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			<title>The Magpie</title>
			<description>What work of natural beautyis the mighty Magpiein its exquisite refinement?This noble creature,this distinguished force of nature?It wasn't the thrill of the hunt I witnessedas a timid, delicate fledgeling perchedBut a perversion of fleeting horrorof thrashing wing and splitting he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221302/</link>
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			<title>Purity</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;lay in perfect peaceful tranquility, resting In the chapel of your hairdraped around me like radiant columns&amp;nbsp;of goldand&amp;nbsp;sun&amp;nbsp;glistening through,highlighting&amp;nbsp;divine works of elegance.It is&amp;nbsp;a masterpieceto rival Michael Angelos best,a&amp;nbsp;celestial&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221301/</link>
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			<title>Bare Bear</title>
			<description>How much cold can a bare bear bear?One without fur is exceedingly rare,but out in the Arctic whos coat can it share?And what size coat does a bare bear wear?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221300/</link>
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			<title>Night Life</title>
			<description>Deep in the heart of the fetid urban jungleits mating call resonates in the dim twilight of a saturday night.And if you follow the river of blood and pukeupstream,you may catch a glimpse of this strutting troll.The&amp;nbsp;testosterone charged, bottle crushing,head splitting mindless drun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221299/</link>
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			<title>Londoners</title>
			<description>Founded by&amp;nbsp;glorious conquerors of&amp;nbsp;ages past,built strong with&amp;nbsp;the majesty of Victorian nobility,yet steeped in a history of cold brutality.This&amp;nbsp;vast intricate&amp;nbsp;labyrinth of ours is paved not with goldbut the twisting turns of cobbled corners,drunken bloodthirsty bac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221298/</link>
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			<title>Animals</title>
			<description>I saw two girls tearing each others hair outover some nameless waste of skinlike wild cats in the darkthey ripped and scratchedspitting, foaming and cursing like demons.It made me want to travel back in time and remove a structurally crucial piece of woodfrom Noahs Ark.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stuartellis2/221297/</link>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>Hope&amp;nbsp;You were with meWhen I lay shivering in a pool of creeping sweatburied&amp;nbsp;under thick covers in the heat of summerlooking out&amp;nbsp;into the night with&amp;nbsp;heart pounding&amp;nbsp;dreadfor that spindly black&amp;nbsp;whipping tentacled horrorthat&amp;nbsp;might come&amp;nbsp;bounding&amp;nbs..</description>
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