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			<title>Drapes and Minds Drawn</title>
			<description>Similiarity of closing off and its affect on others.</description>
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			<title>Beguiled by Tomorrow</title>
			<description>Simply thing of what tomorrow brings.</description>
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			<title>For The Love of Storms</title>
			<description>Read and you will know why I love storms.</description>
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			<title>My Gaurdian</title>
			<description>My Guardian, one of my sculptures, watches over my life and my thoughts.  Metaphorically the Guardian  is my inner strength that keeps my weakness in check.</description>
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			<title>Aunty Em Saves the Day</title>
			<description>A youthful rememberance of birthdays, especially one special cake at a teen birthday!</description>
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			<title>One August Day</title>
			<description>August 14, 1968, is still a day, that I wish could be rewritten.  I was twenty, in the Lowlands of Pleiku, Vietnam.  By that evening my world had changed--I sat with five other men; our quietude spoke more than any word could have.</description>
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			<title>Beatrice!!</title>
			<description>Our cleaning lady, her trials and tribulations--Once, as I passed through the master bathroom, I saw Beatrice fanning herself as she perched precariously on the side of the tub while cleaning it. She stopped cleaning for a moment, plopped to the floor, lo</description>
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