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		<description>The original writings of author Saranda</description>
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			<title>you are my winter</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s impossible not to care about the way your existence burned into my skin and left me breathless. You came at me from a new direction and swept me off my tracks. Fragments of your breath fluttered against my skin and crept into me, planting segments of your being within mine. Fl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1102918/</link>
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			<title>the start of magic</title>
			<description>An ordinary girl beings to receive little notes within magic glass bottles. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1061235/</link>
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			<title>infection</title>
			<description>Every time I muster the courage to tell myself it&amp;rsquo;s time for me to move on, there is nothing but panic. I tell myself it is okay to let you go and all the fibers of my being rebel against the thought, begging for you to come back. It&amp;rsquo;s cruel, the way I&amp;rsquo;m not allowed to let you go w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1060282/</link>
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			<title>that first real love</title>
			<description>You never stop loving your first real, true love. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1051434/</link>
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			<title>lust</title>
			<description>Caving into lust. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1051431/</link>
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			<title>eruption</title>
			<description>When love anchors in your body.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1051430/</link>
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			<title>fading into the sun</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her finger traced the rim of her coffee muglistlessly, thoughts swelled within her mind. Steam spilled out of her mug intothe air, aimlessly fogging any area that was to be touched. Clouds began toform within the sage hues of her eyes as her world filled..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1051428/</link>
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			<title>kenopsia</title>
			<description>The haunting emotional aftermath.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1051426/</link>
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			<title>extraction. </title>
			<description>That one person you don't want, but you need. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saranda/1051415/</link>
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