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			<title>BLACK ICE</title>
			<description>FIRE THROUGH THE STONESSHADES OF DARKNESSGLOWS OF OCCASIONAL LIGHTSHOWING WHAT SHOULD BE DONE.&amp;nbsp;HOLES ON THE ENDMAKING FEELS INSECUREWHICH WAYSHOULD BE CHOOSED&amp;nbsp;WAY LOOKS SHUTBUT, SPARKLES OF THE BLACKMAKING GLIMMERING LINEBREAKING THE OUTLET FOR THE SUN.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201814/</link>
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			<title>BRIDGE</title>
			<description>WALKING BY THE RIVERTHEY WERE STARING IN THE ROADSHINNING OF THE SNOWIN THE SILENCE THEY WERE BORN&amp;nbsp;FEAR IN THEIR SOULSTHEY WERE KNOWIT WILL PASSMAYBE SOONER THEN THEY WANT&amp;nbsp;MADE OF STONE,STANDING ALONEBETWEEN SOUTH AND NORTHPEACEFULLY ACCEPTING FALLING OF THE SNOW..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201807/</link>
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			<title>ENCHANTED CIRCLE</title>
			<description>LONG TIME HE WAS TRYING,SHE WAS NOT AWAIREOF..........SORROW WHICH HE IS SAYINGTHROUGH THE CLOUDS WHO ARE WAILLING&amp;nbsp;RAIN IS FALLING,DROPS ARE WAISTING,FROM THE DEEPTEARS CAME&amp;nbsp;THROUGH THE YEARSHE WAS CRUMBLEDWITH EMOTIONSHE WANT&amp;rsquo;S TO SAY&amp;nbsp;SHE MEANT T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201801/</link>
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			<title>FAIRY</title>
			<description>SONG OF THE TREESLEAFS GREEN AND BROWNWONDERING IF SHE'LL COMEBATTLE TO BE HOLDTO MAKE FOREST WONBETWEEN NATURE AND A STORM&amp;nbsp;GRASS IS ASKINGWILL HER FEET PASSINGWITH THE SUNNY SONGPULLING UP THE FLOWERS FROM THE GROUND&amp;nbsp;EVERYONE IS JOINGTHE PAINTS OF HER HANDSFILL..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201795/</link>
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			<title>FLOWERS</title>
			<description>PURPLE DARKHIDING FLOWS OF GLIMMERING WHITESPROUTING WEAKNESS FROM THE HEART&amp;nbsp;WARM FINGERS OF THE WINDFRETFULLY REMOVING CLOUDS SHIMMERING THE DARK GREY HEARTAWAITING BLUE TO SHINE&amp;nbsp;ORANGE RAYS BREAKING THROUGHPLAYING WITH THE SHINNY GREENWARMING ICY WHITEHOPING BLUE ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201786/</link>
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			<title>FORGOTTEN</title>
			<description>SHIMMERING DESIRE,FLOWING THROUGH HER BONESREBIRTH THE FORGOTTEN CALL,OF HIS DISORDER SOUL.&amp;nbsp;FINDING THE LIPSIN HER MISTY THOUGHTSRESTLESS EXPECTED A FALLOF LOVE THAT SHE KNOWS.&amp;nbsp;WAITING SOMETHING TO BE DONESHE WAS CATCHING THE PART OF THE WINDHOPPING THAT IT WILL BRI..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201785/</link>
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			<title>NIGHT</title>
			<description>THE DARK BLUE ROBE,COVERING THE SKY;LITTLE WHITE SPARKLES GLOWING IN HER MINDTRYING TO FIND....&amp;nbsp;BROKEN PIECES FROM THE PASTGLITTERING IN HER EYESPUTTING TOGETHER PARTS OF HIS MINDREMEMBRANCE OF THE PAST&amp;nbsp;LOVING THE PREVIOUS LIFEIS TORTURING THEIR HEARTSCRYING FOR THE..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201779/</link>
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			<title>STARS</title>
			<description>SILVER PATH OF DUSTCUTTING THE COVEROF DARK VIOLET BLUEWHICH OVERCAST THE SKY&amp;nbsp;GLITTERING WAYGOING FROM BLUE TO GREYOPENING THE VIEWSPRAYING BLUE&amp;nbsp;WHITE &amp;amp; BLACKHIDING MASKSCONFUSE SUBSTANCEMINGLE THE DUST&amp;nbsp;BUT YELLOW RAYCHANGE THE SILVER WAYREMOVING ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201769/</link>
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			<title>WIND</title>
			<description>AND HE LIFTED THE WINDS,CRUSHING THE SKY,MOVING THE CLOUDSIN SORROW BORN.&amp;nbsp;RAIN DROPS WERE FALLINGPIERCING THE AIRWEEPING HER HAIRSHOWING THAT HE CARE.&amp;nbsp;IT WILL COMELIKE A STORM FOR A WHILEJUST TO PUT FORMLIFE WILL BORN.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHEE/201756/</link>
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