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			<title>Your Memory</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I linger in your memory&amp;hellip;I do.I know not if this is something that is weakening meOr making me stronger yetI think of youI do this quite oftenToo often perhapsSomething I&amp;rsquo;ve done for such a long time nowIt&amp;rsquo;s become quite normal&amp;nbsp;I miss you frequently..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/454403/</link>
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			<title>busy little man</title>
			<description>my 2 1/2 year old son has had issues with speech delay and hyperactivity.  He's been in therapy and showing great progress.  His speech is better.....but he's still busy as ever!  His big brother and I love to try and keep up with him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/278611/</link>
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			<title>unfinnished</title>
			<description>unfinished, unedited, tired, snowed in...and grumpy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/212024/</link>
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			<title>In so many homes 2</title>
			<description>She woke up to a scream and thud.&amp;nbsp; The familiar sound had her at her feet and down the steep stairs in lighting speed.&amp;nbsp;4 A.M.&amp;nbsp;he's started early today.&amp;nbsp;Her brother lay on the floor holding his head. He was wincing in pain and trying to keep as quiet as possible after ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/209923/</link>
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			<title>in so many homes</title>
			<description>The ceramic salad bowl crashed to the floor. She recoiled at first as a natural reaction then dove for it.&amp;nbsp; Hastily grabbing all the pices and issuing appology after appology, she waited to see if this was enough to pacify the beast.&amp;nbsp; Keeping her head down but not to the point she lost eye..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/208772/</link>
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			<title>washers and writing</title>
			<description>this was written a few weeks after my grandmother passed away</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/208751/</link>
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			<title>metamorphosis</title>
			<description>a short tale of love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/208635/</link>
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			<description>just another start to the day in the life of a mom</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/208352/</link>
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			<title>all that I am</title>
			<description>I'm herefully flesh and bloodbreathingneeding&amp;nbsp;waitingfor things to start movinglike a carstalled&amp;nbsp;whendid I get lostifno one is lookingwill I be found&amp;nbsp;parts of my soulare floatingmy heart lives outside of mein two little angels&amp;nbsp;all that I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarajeanstaley/208348/</link>
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