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		<description>The original writings of author Bradly</description>
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			<title>Part 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sound filtered through the hazy curtain of consciousness, faint at first but growing clearer as light reach her opening eyes. When at last she was able to see, Fhasha noticed that she was in an ultic, probably in Akkaio, judging by the markings on the little Enkidukai boy who was standi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/297352/</link>
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			<title>Part 2</title>
			<description>Drip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Drip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Drip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Drip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;High above the canopy of trees, the azure sky cried it's rainy tears, casting a gloomy shadow across the forest below. Water droplets slid down the leav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/296864/</link>
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			<title>Part 1</title>
			<description>Her arm was in searing pain, dripping with blood. As she rushed along the old forgotten forest path she glanced back, hoping that her attackers were no longer following.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A noise!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She dove into a thick fern and lay dead still, her eyes wide with fright, her heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/296862/</link>
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			<title>Fhasha Qii</title>
			<description>An fantasy story based upon PlaneShift Lore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/296859/</link>
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			<title>Days End</title>
			<description>I wrote this last year for no apparent reason, I put my fingers on the keyboard, wanting to blog and then this came out. I've been wanting to write music for it so that it can be like a lullaby.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/288694/</link>
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			<title>Post-It Poetry</title>
			<description>I was sitting in my uncle's shop, thinking about life, the universe and everything... ok I was bored... so I grabbed a post-it and wrote a poem, the words came easily, but then again, it is quite simple.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/279970/</link>
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			<title>Numb</title>
			<description>There are times when you feel like you're not yourself, as though you have no more control over who you are.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/279969/</link>
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			<title>Amonotony</title>
			<description>Life tends to get monotonous, don't let it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bradly/279579/</link>
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			<title>Afloat</title>
			<description>A piece I wrote one night after realising the direction my life was taking.</description>
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