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		<description>The original writings of author Wandering Bard</description>
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			<title>Confession Will Free You</title>
			<description>Don't be weighted with the burden of something you needn't bear.</description>
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			<title>I See... No, nothing there</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tough Guy pulled me out of my chair, nearly yanking my arm out of its socket, and hurried me toward the door. Over his shoulder, he shouted the same word as Mr. CEO. The walls shut.&amp;quot;Just curiosity, but how does that work, exactly?&amp;quot; asked Troy.Tough Guy snarled at me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/253038/</link>
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			<title>My Scandinavian Adventrue is Ruined</title>
			<description>Apparently, I passed out because I woke up inside of an airport restroom. Why those people brought me here, don&amp;rsquo;t ask. I don&amp;rsquo;t know either.Surrounding me were stalls, urinals (Well I guess I&amp;rsquo;m in the Men&amp;rsquo;s room.), and sinks. The tile, beneath me, littered with paper towels,..</description>
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			<title>My Mom is a Terrorist</title>
			<description>A blur of yellow, black, and white raced by outside my window. I stared blankly at all of the movement on the other side of the car door. Instead, I thought about the vacation that was just about in reach. Bikers on Harley&amp;rsquo;s could be heard roaring past out vehicle, and taxis crowded the high..</description>
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			<title>Hidden Among Us</title>
			<description>This guy takes a trip to Scandinavia for the summer and finds that 'something' is living among us with the same features as all humans. (only picked it for the many legends).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/251785/</link>
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			<title>Why I Cried</title>
			<description>The Aftermath of a terrible battle is always heart-wrenching...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/251306/</link>
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			<title>Purified</title>
			<description>God purifies those who ask.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/251275/</link>
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			<title>Sunrise</title>
			<description>The sun rises highinto the eastern sky,ascending above the Earth,and giving birthto a new day.&amp;nbsp;I smile in the weak morning lightat this glorious height,so very far from the groundwith no soundbut the whisper of wind.&amp;nbsp;On this cliff I standfar above the land,and n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/251164/</link>
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			<title>Fly Away</title>
			<description>Have you ever wondered when, where, and why the end of the world will finally come? I know I have. (For the contest: The End of the World)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/250499/</link>
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			<title>The Light Banishes the Dark</title>
			<description>The creation of night and day...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/250440/</link>
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			<title>Sorrow: The Worst Kind of Pain</title>
			<description>Need I say what happens to this girl?...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wanderingbard/250160/</link>
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			<title>I am Afraid</title>
			<description>The Civil War is coming, and this boy wears a mask. I'll let you guess what kind.</description>
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