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			<title>The Pebble Effect</title>
			<description>My first 100-word story.</description>
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			<title>Vistas from the Land of Broken</title>
			<description>Searching for the shred of hope in the middle of a life that's been torn apart.</description>
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			<title>Vignettes</title>
			<description>A short piece of writing that is somewhere between an essay and a poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jonnydollar77/2771700/</link>
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			<title>Drifting</title>
			<description>A poem about dark times in life.</description>
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			<title>Walk in the Rain</title>
			<description>Quickly donning the black, straw Stetson, he stepped out onto the porch. He had to get out of the house. It was getting too stuffy in the small room he was renting. Without looking behind him he pulled the door closed and walked toward the street. He loved this time of day and he paused for a moment..</description>
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			<title>Always Changing</title>
			<description>A look at seasons and the passage of time.</description>
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			<title>Heaven's Gain</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem on 12-31-10 after the death of my aunt on 12-30-10.</description>
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			<title>Without Faith</title>
			<description>About the necessity of faith in our lives.</description>
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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>The waves&amp;nbsp;vehemently beat 'gainst my vesselThe windy gales with the sails do wrestleThe lightning knifes across the skyThe thunderclaps, how they terrifyMy ship begins to fill with the wavesI'm losing faith, though I try to be braveI'm going to sink; going to go downIt seems as ..</description>
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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>A poem about the death of a friend.</description>
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			<title>The Invitation</title>
			<description>Luke 14:16-24</description>
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			<title>fragile</title>
			<description>One evening shortly after the death of a very close friend of my family, I was thinking about the shortness of life. I was struck by the stark frailty of our human existence.</description>
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