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			<title>Christmas Past </title>
			<description>Tis the season for making new memories. </description>
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			<title>Venice is Sinking</title>
			<description>Inspired by listening to Barcarolle on classical radio.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaLindsey/1853529/</link>
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			<title>Guilt-Free Butterfingers </title>
			<description>A stroll down the candy aisleconjures visions of past Halloweenswith costumed innocents braving the darkin pursuit of a sugar high.I miss those nights of diggingthrough sacks of treats, picking outall the butterfingers while witchlingsand fang-boys slept unaware.Halloween still b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaLindsey/1844949/</link>
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			<title>I Miss You, Great Pumpkin</title>
			<description>Just missing those days when the kids were little; when carving pumpkins, finding a Halloween costume and watching Charlie Brown were annual autumn rituals. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaLindsey/1840571/</link>
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			<title>Ode to a Spider </title>
			<description>who hung her web from my porch lamp</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaLindsey/1835873/</link>
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			<title>Summer's End</title>
			<description>Summer&amp;rsquo;s end is not the corn dollyhanging from barn rafters.No booming fireworks eulogize her.&amp;nbsp; No riderless horse drags her effigythrough the harvest parade. . .&amp;nbsp;Rather she comes uneventfully,softly, in creeping fog and morning glories, &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaLindsey/1827684/</link>
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			<title>August Melancholy</title>
			<description>August came with a sudden hazeof melancholy. We still ranbarefootedalong warm summer sidewalks,but always with the knowledgethat Labor Day lurked at our heels,signaling the last of the lemonade standsand lime Popsicles, the tire swingcreaking through windless hours.It cam..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaLindsey/1812329/</link>
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			<title>The Literary Life</title>
			<description>I do not need a large oak desk,a custom-built computeror a study loft with a skylight.All I require is a laptop, a coffeemaker,and a window to watch the seasons change.Yes, a view of the ocean would be nice,a little harbor with a lighthouse&amp;nbsp;and a sprinkling of sailboats.It might inspire a novel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LisaLindsey/1794393/</link>
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			<title>Storybook Summer</title>
			<description>It wouldn't be summer without a book to curl up with, regardless of the age of the reader or the age of the protagonist. </description>
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