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			<title>&amp;quot;nameless&amp;quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Strangers tell him &amp;ldquo;thanks for what you did&amp;rdquo;.He loiters there and stares at me for an answer.He glares at the elderly couple with vacant eyes and a empty smile.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To survive he remained emotionless;displaced from the world around him.He did his jo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FILOLI/281263/</link>
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			<title>Nobody</title>
			<description>Nobody&amp;nbsp;Walking down a crowed streetbare and bloody toes touch the ground.Strangers look only at Nobody&amp;rsquo;s feetwhile his tears are the mortars falling down.His tears become the rain that starts to fall Only rags for a coat covers him all.But in his hand is a sackof a nig..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FILOLI/281116/</link>
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			<title>My Hero</title>
			<description>Tells how my husband was treated coming home from Iraq</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FILOLI/281114/</link>
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			<title>Cold Rises</title>
			<description>After attending a funeral for a fallen Marine in my husbands platoon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FILOLI/281112/</link>
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			<title>Ant Hill</title>
			<description>Being a military wife means a lot of things. Living on base you find yourself amoung hundreds of other people just like you. Rarely do you speak to them, but they are always in the same boat you are. You are surrounded in a ant hill with ants just like yo</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FILOLI/280760/</link>
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			<title>Our Secrets</title>
			<description>Our Secrets&amp;nbsp;I will never tell youhow many nightsI cried myself to sleep,so I don&amp;rsquo;t have to see the satisfaction of craving you glistening on your face.&amp;nbsp;I didn&amp;rsquo;t sign up to be a single mother,whose husband married his country and divorced his family.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FILOLI/280539/</link>
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