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		<description>The original writings of author Eudaimoniac </description>
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			<title>Hollow Men Wobbling</title>
			<description>I've been thinking about the impact of an illusive society on the every-day workings of the ordinary human mind, and this is all I can come up with for now:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eudaimoniac/1064244/</link>
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			<title>Careful Spectre</title>
			<description>My passing attempt at a pantoum</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eudaimoniac/1063693/</link>
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			<title>Blessed</title>
			<description>Low and beholden,sweet and softly and subtle,the protector watches him;calculating movementcaught only briefly inthe interchange ofshadows,the instances betweenshadow,and the breaths&amp;nbsp;stolen so heedlessly for fearof some detection.There perched the nimble bird, head cocked to one side and with..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eudaimoniac/1061026/</link>
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			<title>Statue and its Shadow</title>
			<description>Great Behemoth looms&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; in careful wake,sullen&amp;nbsp; broken, boorish cracks&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; litter&amp;nbsp;cavern floor.This Master lies now&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; as deathin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; post-languid defeat:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; humbled, numbed&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eudaimoniac/1059947/</link>
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			<title>Memories of Form</title>
			<description>The origin story (although not really a story) of a curious explorer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eudaimoniac/1059417/</link>
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			<title>Melanchosmologia</title>
			<description>A cosmic scratching of human frailty and the often inescapable sense of distance which exists between bodies in space.
A little too vague, perhaps, to be an exploration, but a glance nevertheless.</description>
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