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			<title>To My Love</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote to the love of my life, as a little surprise and token to our 11th month.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/406040/</link>
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			<title>The Door</title>
			<description>Chapter 1</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/406038/</link>
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			<title>The Cellar Daddy Built</title>
			<description>A story of a young girl with epilepsy and her younger brother growing up in Kentucky...and of their overly calloused father who is hiding a horrifying secret. A story about the loss of innocence, growing up, and opening doors to somewhere...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/406037/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye, Little Angel.</title>
			<description>My thoughts on the early birth and death of my infant cousin, David.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/331473/</link>
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			<title>It's Harder To Remain Solid Than You Think</title>
			<description>The way I feel around Bradley...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/331470/</link>
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			<title>Promise Me</title>
			<description>My crazy dream I had, after going to &quot;Christmas in the Park&quot; by myself last year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/331469/</link>
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			<title>How Sweet The Sound...</title>
			<description>I was feeling...dark.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/298218/</link>
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			<title>God's Things</title>
			<description>A story about a girl in a religious community who comes to realize her own definition of God's Things, instead of the image her people project.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/292508/</link>
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			<title>I Hope</title>
			<description>The day before my ex and I got back together--this happened to us. 
I couldn't resist putting it up, though it's nothing spectacular.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280958/</link>
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			<title>Here We Go, Life</title>
			<description>Just a small rant about the simple things that made me happy. String-of-thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280957/</link>
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			<title>Waking</title>
			<description>Knowing the one you love...and losing them. Dreaming...and waking. Wishful thinking...and reality. 
This is it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280954/</link>
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			<title>This Is Why</title>
			<description>Also inspired by the depths of my depression last year. Written in July, after three agonizing months without the one I loved. I fell into a short-lived relationship with a very good friend in order to keep my mind off of my ex...his drug addiction ended</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280946/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>This is not the complete chapter, but it's a start.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280940/</link>
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			<title>We Were Musicians</title>
			<description>Short story (novel) about young teens in a cruel, modern world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280938/</link>
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			<title>So Empty</title>
			<description>While I was apart from my significant other, I wore the necklace he gave me last year for Valentines Day nonstop. It never came off my neck...the memories behind it, and the weight of its importance were simply too heavy to be lifted from me. It is that n</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280931/</link>
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			<title>Reminding Me</title>
			<description>Sometimes, it takes friends to remind you of the most important things...or every-day miracles to remind you that God exists. (Written in Feb. 2008)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280929/</link>
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			<title>Not Even The World's Smallest Violin Will Play</title>
			<description>Inspired by the depths of my depression at the beginning of this year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280927/</link>
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			<title>The Liar</title>
			<description>I wrote this in June of 2007, about my ex. Wishing he'd come back. Lying to myself...pretending I didn't love him. We are now together again, and have been for a month. I don't plan on ever -not- having him in my life again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280604/</link>
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			<title>Hindsight</title>
			<description>I wrote this on the second of February, 2008, in regards to a car accident I was in last year with my best friend. She and I have both had rough lives, and unfortunately, the stress of that is what caused the accident that night, as she had a panic attack</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280601/</link>
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			<title>Prologue to &amp;quot;We Were Musicians&amp;quot;</title>
			<description>This is the prologue to my short story, &amp;quot;We Were Musicians&amp;quot; which is still being written.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CStroudFaith/280600/</link>
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