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		<description>The original writings of author Heidi</description>
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			<title>Exchange with a Muse</title>
			<description>Buzzing with creativity and can't get it out exactly.  I think I need a doctor.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/375201/</link>
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			<title>The Green Man</title>
			<description>I got the inspiration for this little story from Martin Donnelly's excellent song (aptly named) &quot;The Green Man.&quot;  Check it out!  It's on Mr. Donnelly's CD &quot;Stone and Light.&quot;  Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/366434/</link>
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			<title>The Wisdome of Snowe</title>
			<description>We had a major snowstorm here where I live today and it seems people in Wyoming have forgotten how to drive in snow...slow and easy.  Take your time.  You have to.  So, I wrote this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/351195/</link>
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			<title>Hidden Deep</title>
			<description>I actually had a dream about this last night, and couldn't shake this part and had to write something about it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/344681/</link>
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			<title>Et tu?</title>
			<description>After a smashing reality check, I wonder why.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/306703/</link>
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			<title>The Six Teens</title>
			<description>This story is almost entirely fictional, and any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is almost coincidental.  Let's just say this isn't accurate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/283184/</link>
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			<title>Gumballs</title>
			<description>I haven't written this yet as I write the description...let's see what happens.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/276247/</link>
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			<title>Um...Don't Kick At Nature</title>
			<description>Lol, darn those irritating cousins!  Darn them straight to heck!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/259953/</link>
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			<title>Idle</title>
			<description>This is a panicky poetic-freewrite; no form, no real reason other than I had just stepped out of a philosophy class whose students weren't aware of their own ironic behavior, as they vehemently berated people and ideas that told them that science was the</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/258967/</link>
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			<title>Old Piano</title>
			<description>Ever wonder what antiques might think about?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/257571/</link>
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			<title>House of the Rising Sun</title>
			<description>Yet another creative writing assignment; to listen to a piece of music over and over and see what story emerges.  This one did for me while I was listneing to &amp;quot;House of the Rising Sun&amp;quot; done by Frijid Pink.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/256799/</link>
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			<title>Still Listening</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The night air was delightfully crisp, yet still warm.&amp;nbsp;The moon shone in its waning crescent brightly all around the woodsy area, the stars brilliantly twinkling in a velvet sky.&amp;nbsp;Other houses&amp;rsquo; lights &amp;nbsp;along the river shone merrily, reflected in waving ripples as the water..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/254054/</link>
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			<description>This story started with a glance at a picture of a lady, an image that popped into my brain, and then the story wrote itself.  Even the crappy poetry at the end.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/253662/</link>
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			<title>[untitled]</title>
			<description>This isn't poetry in a traditional sense, but it's poetry nonetheless.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/252477/</link>
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			<title>No title, really.</title>
			<description>Just a thought that occurred to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/251973/</link>
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			<title>Daisies and Wings</title>
			<description>I wrote this back in 2006 for my drama class.   I really love this story, so I hope you do too!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/250447/</link>
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			<title>Rugelach</title>
			<description>Ok, this is a short story I wrote for my creative writing class and didn't hand in...I had a lot of fun with the description, and was obviously hungry when I wrote it.  Hope you enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spicey_jo/250268/</link>
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