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			<title>The Institute of Children's Literature</title>
			<description>Whay happened to my second lesson, Writer's Cafe it aint'</description>
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			<title>The stable</title>
			<description>There is no plot, this is a descriptive exercise I did for an assignment.</description>
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			<title>Spelunking</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Do you think we&amp;rsquo;ll ever get out of this alive?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Sarah listened as the wind whispered past the wall between the travelers and freedom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sarah was a vivacious and athletic fifteen-year-old with an insatiable curiosity.&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Frasnip</title>
			<description>I found it among some old notes tucked away on my computer.  Happily it can be restored now.</description>
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			<title>Sarah's Box</title>
			<description>Hooray! I found it in my notes the classic story is retold!</description>
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			<title>Good Morning</title>
			<description>The grass sparkles as heavy drops of dew hang like diamond jewels from each individual leaf.Crickets, tree-frogs and birds are gossiping somewhere just out of sight.The sleepy sun throws off its blankets of cloud to start its daily travel through the skies.A tiny baby earthworm, no bigger th..</description>
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