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			<title>Finding My Own Answers</title>
			<description>What is the most important thing in life?Is it better to lie kindly, or to hurt with your honesty?Who do I want to be?What makes someone worth your time?To what extent do you have an obligation to someone you used to call a friend?Is it always right to forgive, no matter what?Is global peace even po..</description>
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			<title>Risks and John Mayer</title>
			<description>I cannot forget you,this was never supposed to happenYou are an ink &amp;nbsp;spot on a white sweater,&amp;nbsp;and I was supposed to forget all about this.You make the blood rush from my face at the unexpected sight of you.You make my heart thunder likewild horses racing heedlessly across a rolling plain.Y..</description>
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			<title>Supporting and Collapsing</title>
			<description>Friendship is as necessary as an arc in a great flood.It is the foundation upon which dense bricks are laid.&amp;nbsp;M.Braided together, our hair is light and dark,Memories go back as far memories begin.Used to be the one to keep me grounded and within reasonwhen I was rash and impulsive.Now you are mo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizLila16/1074229/</link>
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			<title>Stay Inside the Lines</title>
			<description>Life is not a rubricChances are meant to be taken,there is more to life than&amp;nbsp;a perfect imagehigh marks on each testalways getting that last winning point.I&amp;rsquo;ve been living my life&amp;nbsp;by coloring inside the linesand drawing what is expected of me.Is it because I want to do wellor am I jus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizLila16/1074195/</link>
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			<title>All in The Perspective</title>
			<description>I wake up to see sunlight streaming across my pillowbut I know that all you see is the shadows cast by bars across your pillow.You made mistakes and you got caughtthey think that you are a danger.They don&amp;rsquo;t see the you that I see.I see the person who jumped&amp;nbsp;on bubble wrap with me and my b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizLila16/1070952/</link>
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			<title>Tenacious Blossom</title>
			<description>There is something about hope,&amp;nbsp;that seems to have the tenacity ofa tender green shoot pushing throughlayers of icy, fallen snow to the welcoming embrace&amp;nbsp;of the sun so far above.Hope appears not to noticethe impossible distance between,the reality of the musky earth between its rootsand the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizLila16/1069970/</link>
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			<title>Lingering Taste of Summer</title>
			<description>Warm sunshine leaving traces of glowing calm,bare, running feetthrough tall waving grass,tickling toes and staining knees green.Bright laughter,floating and swirlinglike dandilion seedson a drifting breeze.Barbeques and picnics,sticky s'mores andsmoky campfires,embers dancing upinto the star-lit sky..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizLila16/1068330/</link>
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			<title>Senses</title>
			<description>Earth is a glass&amp;nbsp;filled to overflowing with life trickling&amp;nbsp;down the smooth surface in thin streams.&amp;nbsp;It is a well of ever-changing existence that&amp;nbsp;at the same time remains the same.&amp;nbsp;Plants weave and wind across the surface,&amp;nbsp;ruffled by the exhale of winds that tease the no..</description>
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