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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Simple reminders</description>
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			<title>A Glass or Two</title>
			<description>A porch, some memories, and a glass of tea.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pain dulled Peter's sapphire blueeyes, and caused his lids to droop heavily.&amp;nbsp;The headache was on the verge of a full blown migraine, and he wouldhave much preferred to be in a dark room than driving on the interstatesomewhere near the backwoods of..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The shower refreshed Mark's body,but his mind was still troubled.&amp;nbsp; Alingering electricity filled the air, making the hair on his arms and the backof his neck stand on end.&amp;nbsp; He grabbed aclean tee shirt from the closet and pulled it over his he..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jason hauled the last bird, a dustcolored barn swallow, from the bog and dropped it into the tractor's half fullbucket.&amp;nbsp; The pull-behind trailer wasclose to overflowing, its contents on the edge and threatening to spill withone..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mark wiped the sweat from his browwith an old blue and white bandana, taking the time to look heavenward.&amp;nbsp; The sky was as gorgeous as the day was warm,an odd combination for Nebraska in November.&amp;nbsp;The wind dredged up a whirl ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mary exited her vehicle, a sturdyred Chevy pickup from a bygone era, in one graceful twist of her lowerbody.&amp;nbsp; The almost nonexistent wind thattugged at her lengthy blonde strands of hair was unseasonably warm for thefirst week of N..</description>
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			<title>Wellings Farm</title>
			<description>When a storm unlike any other unfurls its wrath on Wellings Cranberry Farm and its occupants, it is just the beginning of turmoils.</description>
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			<title>Children Bounce Back</title>
			<description>A haunting invitation.</description>
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			<title>Used To</title>
			<description>A poem of yesterdays, though I'm not a poet.</description>
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			<title>Washing Curtains</title>
			<description>Part of 'An Approach to Life With Alzheimer's,' a collection of true stories about my Grandmother. </description>
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