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		<description>The original writings of author Teresa</description>
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			<title>Way to Home</title>
			<description>about feeling alone in this world.</description>
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			<title>A BRIEF BACKWATER</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When somebody sobs in silence,&amp;nbsp;the sea emerges from caverns of his chest, &amp;nbsp;Murmuring frothy phrases imbued with life.&amp;nbsp;The rumor of gray cities &amp;nbsp;will not be able to opaque them,&amp;nbsp;Are so numerous, of so vast dimensions,&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp; they cross the line of time ..</description>
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			<title>TO MILLION YEARS LIGHT</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to million years light&amp;nbsp; by the luminous highways of the universe, &amp;nbsp; my dusty dream of millennia travels.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally without fear&amp;nbsp; I &amp;acute;m ready to do the trip.&amp;nbsp; Further on...&amp;nbsp; I want to be an astronaut &amp;nbsp; exploring the extr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Uglyduck/286532/</link>
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			<title>OUTBREAK</title>
			<description>A very description about a broken hearth</description>
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			<title>TO THE DRIFT</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was always a loose piece &amp;nbsp;Of certain unknown machinery;&amp;nbsp;I never fitted in some place...&amp;nbsp;I rolled, I rolled All my life confusedly...&amp;nbsp;With&amp;nbsp;the anguish of not knowing to where it belonged...&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A unknown world calls&amp;nbsp..</description>
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