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			<title>What Driveway?</title>
			<description>Flash fiction fun, for the one turn that missed the mark.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/303310/</link>
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			<title>The Oldest Knight</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The air was filled apprehension, as if a palpable fog covered every inch of the village.&amp;nbsp; It was time for him.&amp;nbsp; Again. Many of the remnant souls tried to remember back to a time when the games of the Fall Harvest were a source of joy.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/302841/</link>
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			<title>One Fateful Second</title>
			<description>Flash fiction, imagining one second of modern combat</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/302797/</link>
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			<title>Rabbit Stew</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Rabbit Stew  &amp;nbsp;Flames flicker at the metal remnants.&amp;nbsp;Black smoke twists and turns like escaping snakes from every broken window.&amp;nbsp;Thousands of tiny glass shards nervously settle on the pavement.&amp;nbsp;Joe expels the smoldering ash from his lungs,&amp;nbsp;his shredd..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/302796/</link>
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			<title>Echoes of Faith</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Echoes of Faith&amp;nbsp;Seemingly endless silence is gently broken by footfalls on the ancient stone floors.&amp;nbsp;They move through individual devotion and yet, they gather again in unified purpose.&amp;nbsp;Emulating the life of their fallen savior, earthly possessions no longer hold any..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/302794/</link>
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			<title>The Monotony of Distress</title>
			<description>Heavy on the dialogue, a seemingly routine conversation leads to a life change...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/285625/</link>
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			<title>Dia de los Muerte</title>
			<description>Dia de los Muerte&amp;nbsp;It knows your last day, the grand finale.It ignores technology, dances with Mother Nature and runs with father time.Many faiths offer salvation from it, yet it has an endless appetite.We enlist doctors to keep it an arm&amp;rsquo;s length away, despite its infinite patie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/285620/</link>
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			<title>Hunt of the Valkyries</title>
			<description>Hunt of the Valkyrie&amp;nbsp;The sound of the trumpet echoes across the Nine Worlds.&amp;nbsp;She answers the eternal call, to carry out a sacred duty;it is a quest that cannot fail.&amp;nbsp;This maven haired maiden stands out among her northern sisters,though she too is a warrior born.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/285618/</link>
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			<title>Chapter III - Fight</title>
			<description>Partial chapter.  Plenty to go, but I did want to post all I had on this so far...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/285604/</link>
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			<title>Chapter II - Fate</title>
			<description>II.&amp;nbsp; Fate&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A wave of emotion, followed just as quickly by a surge of bile in the back of her throat, nearly overwhelmed her, but she willed both the tears and the sickness back. She had seen her father deal with tragic n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/285603/</link>
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			<title>Chapter I - Family</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.&amp;rdquo;-- Maya Angelou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Draconis Venator&amp;nbsp;By Don Lund&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundonj/285601/</link>
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			<title>Draconis Venator</title>
			<description>First two chapters, start of a third of work in progress...</description>
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