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			<title>Euphony</title>
			<description>Random writing for a random day.</description>
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			<title>Cat's Curiosity: Alternative</title>
			<description>another story about Cat.</description>
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			<title>Snow</title>
			<description>a random thought on a frigid day</description>
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			<title>The Cat's Curiosity</title>
			<description>She pressed her back against the alley wall, attempting to control her heavy breathing so she would blend into the masses on the crowded street.&amp;nbsp;Why oh why did she have to be so curious all the time?&amp;nbsp;If curiosity killed the cat, she was experiencing the last moments of consciousness in thi..</description>
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			<title>malcontent.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think I do not like life.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think I want something different.&amp;nbsp; I destroy all I know to begin again.&amp;nbsp; I want to forsake and forget everything and everyone, including myself.&amp;nbsp; I want a different context for a different journey, for a different passion..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MandeeO/103128/</link>
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			<title>Relativism</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Within the mind a battle rages on;Consuming darkness blinds the eyes from sight.Is this the death of reason?&amp;nbsp;O, this dawnAccursed as truth to lies is giv&amp;rsquo;n in plight.The mind&amp;rsquo;s own eye sees not in white or black;All fades to grey.&amp;nbsp;Abysmal ignoranceDoes strip..</description>
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