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		<description>The original writings of author Zelda</description>
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			<title>The Sentence</title>
			<description>No defense
No alibi</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/228723/</link>
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			<title>Past</title>
			<description>I would glady lose my mind
For a moments peace</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210083/</link>
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			<title>The Price of Detachment</title>
			<description>Does it make you feel worthy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210077/</link>
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			<title>The Woman</title>
			<description>Despite the woman dying, they had helped her</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210071/</link>
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			<title>Relic of A Bygone Age</title>
			<description>Not dead, only sleeping
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210059/</link>
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			<title>The Scent of Lavender</title>
			<description>Come my love, come my heart, come my very own</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210057/</link>
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			<title>The Walker</title>
			<description>Abused and brusied but not brokenDead and cold, but still aliveShe traveled carelesslyThrough the dangerous recessesOf her mindImpervious to mere mortal dangerFocused insteadOn inner turmoil&amp;nbsp;LookingSearchingQuesting&amp;nbsp;For what, unknown&amp;nbsp;Decked in the minute ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210055/</link>
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			<title>Artist's Eye</title>
			<description>A Waking Dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210053/</link>
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			<title>A Daughter's Lament</title>
			<description>Good-bye my father</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210045/</link>
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			<title>The Stage</title>
			<description>The scenery is paintedThe props are lying byThe hands all know their placesThe actors all know their linesThe stage is set&amp;nbsp;People filter inPrograms are boughtSeats are foundConversations are hushedThe audience is ready&amp;nbsp;The curtain risesYou take a breathAnd step ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/210040/</link>
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			<title>Widow's Walk</title>
			<description>Born strong she wasOf heart and mindShe would not, could notCry or weepTo do so would make her weak&amp;nbsp;Married longThese fifteen yearsTo a man who fished the seaAnd would not weep when he leftEven though he might not return&amp;nbsp;She had borne to himFour much loved sonsT..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeldaop/189547/</link>
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