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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was gray that evening, the clouds slung low in the sky, lightrainfall playing on my face as I watched the passengers board the bus.I let my dampened cigarette hang from my lips without relighting it,still as a statue and lost in some kind of distorted reverie. My mindwa..</description>
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			<title>A thousand paper cranes</title>
			<description>Based on an old legend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theair/375173/</link>
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			<title>I like you standing here</title>
			<description>I likeyou standing heretopfull with lightwet with darknessserenaded or sedatedon your heels on your toesmindful or mind fullof blues or vagaryyou with bare feetyou without plans.I like you everywhere the trees grow.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theair/256879/</link>
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			<title>The Marsupial Prisoner</title>
			<description>An imprisoned kangaroo longs for his lost children.</description>
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			<title>Igloo</title>
			<description>It would all come to be routine:the drips that fell on our eyelidsjarring us awake at daybreak,the handfuls of ice we'd gatherfor patching our sun-scathed walls.&amp;nbsp;Even the murky breaths we'd partwith our frostbitten fingertips,the bedside stories we'd whisperagainst our cold, m..</description>
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			<title>bedsides</title>
			<description>I switch sidesof my bedevery night&amp;nbsp;so that I'll waketo a different nobodyevery morning.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theair/256562/</link>
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			<title>shoes &amp;amp; love</title>
			<description>when I slide my shoes offI leave one awry&amp;nbsp;and on pretended whimsyou nudge them togetherevery single time&amp;nbsp;that is why</description>
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