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		<description>The original writings of author Fictionborn</description>
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			<title>Day To Remember</title>
			<description>When time teaches the patient man.</description>
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			<title>A Game Well Played</title>
			<description>Stories are out there in the world, ready to be observed and written down. They are part of our being and embark with us on the quest of life. Stories are the experiences of the day to day business. Every morning brings the beginning to one, and the ending to another. With our senes we record every ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1181873/</link>
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			<title>Anamnesis</title>
			<description>Mankind grew blind by seeing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1169677/</link>
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			<title>Circle Of Life</title>
			<description>The seasons guide us to the path of life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1168718/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Home is the place I feel least welcome. A silencewrapped around me like a giant cloak. Memories afflicting my conscience withpaintings on the wall. A cold fire burns, the sounds of the dying are the onlydisturbance. The dancing blaze spreading its wings across my frightened face insparks of ..</description>
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			<title>Repentance</title>
			<description>Upon a rocky hill rests a peaceful mill, where time does not age, there once lived a simple man following a simpleman's life. But where birds their chatter brought forth notes of love in the morning breeze, the farmerawoke with a silent glare of malice.His golden eyes had grown grey andlifel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1141615/</link>
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			<title>A Last Call</title>
			<description>&quot;Police Departer 1757,what is your emergency?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Oh my god, I am going todie!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Calm down, ma'am, what'syour situation?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Oh god, I am on the 106thfloor.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;105- what...?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I'm on the 106thfloor!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Ma'am, you have ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1140978/</link>
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			<title>Conqueror in Name</title>
			<description>The giant pyramid templeloomed&amp;nbsp; before Juan, casting a long darkshadow over the woods his retinue marched from. Above the rows upon rows ofsolid steps rested a single, roofed building that released a dark smoke intothe air. There hang a foul scent in the air, one Juan was unable to name..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1135461/</link>
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			<title>The Ten Commandments</title>
			<description>I am the Lord thy God, to whom you wakeThou shalt have no other gods, for those are forces of evilNo graven images or likenesses, praising a false worldThou shalt not name thy Lord in vain, or misfortune shall befallRemember the sabbath day, of no labor soundHonour thy father and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1133524/</link>
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			<title>Bloody innocence</title>
			<description>The sun shone brightly over the grassfield, cooking the passengers alive in their cars. There was a lot of meat roasting that day, as the file of cars waiting to enter the parking place grew to staggering length by the end of the morning.I swept my hand across my forehead for the hundredth time and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1132313/</link>
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			<title>Prisoner of War</title>
			<description>Smoke filled the cold night air as Ludwig lowered hisgun. Tall pine trees surrounded him, neatly ordered in rows, much like a cornfield. A swarm of birds took to the air, shocked by the sudden violentdisturbance, adding their voices in a cacophony of fears as they went.&amp;nbsp;The man lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guzzylo/1127915/</link>
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			<title>A Stranger's Letter</title>
			<description>What would you do if you found this in a blank booklet?</description>
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