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			<title>For English</title>
			<description>A little rant for English stemming from an Icebreaker. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvalonDrowning/1449419/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I wish I could put you under,And let you feel what this is like.What makes it thrive and rise and prosperAnd simmer beneath translucent skies&amp;nbsp;Vision skewed, and understandingI think you&amp;rsquo;ll start to wonderWhere it was that you went wrong andwhy there&amp;rsquo;s no way ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvalonDrowning/257506/</link>
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			<title>just words</title>
			<description>prologue</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvalonDrowning/219755/</link>
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			<title>Silhouette</title>
			<description>i'm trapped in a land of midnight silhouettes, where the sun cannot break through the darkened sky.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvalonDrowning/219754/</link>
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			<title>To The End Of The World</title>
			<description>...what will make you care?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvalonDrowning/212941/</link>
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			<title>Gaia</title>
			<description>...it's too much to cry about anymore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AvalonDrowning/191359/</link>
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			<title>Revelie</title>
			<description>...she whispered goodbye, but he couldn't hear her through the war drums beating a rhythm in his heart.</description>
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