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			<title>Seeing The Future</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seeing the Future&amp;nbsp;I use to work in a four story building. We were on the second floor that faced south. There was all glass around the building. The company that I work for is a Doctor's Answe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267627/</link>
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			<title>You Lifted Me</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267621/</link>
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			<title>Loneliness for Love</title>
			<description>To the ones that you knew you could love just by looking in their eyes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267619/</link>
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			<title>Ghost</title>
			<description>Have you ever seen someone that you really wanted to see but it brought back memories that you really would like to be left filed away. I wrote this because it happened to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267239/</link>
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			<title>(Kids) Came Together As One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Kids) Came Together As One &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A hot September night with the slightest breeze in the air. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267236/</link>
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			<title>When I Return Home</title>
			<description>A time when I was a young girl and we'd travel back to my home state and I always had to visit with that special boy that I had left behind when we had moved. 
To C.H.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267235/</link>
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			<title>Velocity</title>
			<description>The overwhelming feeling of being out of control.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267231/</link>
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			<title>A Wife's Words To Her Husband</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A Wife's Words To Her Husband&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267229/</link>
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			<title>Maybe</title>
			<description>Could this be the night?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/267228/</link>
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			<title>The Late Night Escape</title>
			<description>In my younger days I did things I probably shouldn't have, but what fun it was....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/257122/</link>
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			<title>Not Alone</title>
			<description>At the time I wrote this, I had been going through a separation with my husband. I turned to the Lord, and it helped a great deal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/256580/</link>
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			<title>Dream Of Me</title>
			<description>One of those loves that you still think of....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/256554/</link>
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			<title>Sacraficed</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I was a teenager. I was at my night class making up a math class and I had finished my work, and well it just came to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tamrawoods/256093/</link>
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			<title>Memories Of You</title>
			<description>I wrote this on the way back from Indiana, my grandmother passed away unexpectedly. So many memories filled my mind on the long drive back to Florida. I had to get them all down some how, so my children would know what kind of woman she was. How special s</description>
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