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		<description>The original writings of author Heather C.</description>
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			<title>May Day</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The car stereo istuned to a station you never listen to. You&amp;rsquo;re not surprised that you have noidea who spun the dial. Perhaps it was your daughter, or one of her friends.You had driven Meghan and her six gangly, sticky-fingered friends to and fromthe movie theater the day..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HCook/1040644/</link>
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			<title>A Satin Dress</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A purple satin dresswith such feminine detailStill hangs in her closetWasn't worn tonightstill sequined, brand newElegant.&amp;nbsp;Bone colored shoesstand beneath the columnof purpleA vertical plumso bold in colorUnflinchingPretty yet powerf..</description>
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			<title>The Pen</title>
			<description>Do not date someone like this. Ever.</description>
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			<title>Marco Polo</title>
			<description>It's cool, it's blue, and it&amp;rsquo;s wet.It's the backyard swimming pool at my family's Massachusettshome, circa 1981.&amp;nbsp;Somehow that old swimming pool game, Marco Polo, came up ina phone conversation several weeks ago with my friend, Molly.&amp;nbsp;I remember that, Irespon..</description>
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			<title>What a Soul Is</title>
			<description>My best guess anyway...</description>
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			<title>Hunger: A Prose Poem</title>
			<description>I think almost everyone can relate to something like this...</description>
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			<title>Kissing the Rise of Your Throat</title>
			<description>From a time when I was dating a musician</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HCook/1040616/</link>
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			<title>Roadside Stand ( A Goodbye to an Abuser)</title>
			<description>Bye jerk!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HCook/1040614/</link>
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			<title>Strength</title>
			<description>Women are so darn strong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HCook/1040611/</link>
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			<title>Rainy Day Monday: A Short Short</title>
			<description>A short-short of around 600 words. The prompt? The word water. Based on a horrendous family vacation when I was 8 years old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HCook/1040610/</link>
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			<title>Weathering</title>
			<description>Who doesn't want this?</description>
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