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		<description>The original writings of author Hivathi</description>
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			<title>Chapter One - Good Samaritan</title>
			<description>Hestood in the same spot everyday, playing his guitar in a remotecorner of the station, asking for donations. For the most part,people would pass him by, day after day, without so much as a secondchance. Even those who took the time to enjoy a moment of his musicrarely gave him more than..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/1281912/</link>
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			<title>Late Night Visitor</title>
			<description>A sort of &quot;What if?&quot; story I wrote for a friend of mine...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/1117263/</link>
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			<title>A Solder's Return</title>
			<description>Something I wrote a few months ago. A friend suggested I add the bit at the end, although personally I don't like ending stories on a sad note. I hope you enjoy this piece, even though it is short...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/1117262/</link>
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			<title>My side of the story</title>
			<description>Never in my wildest dreams did I think something like that would come between those years of friendship. We&amp;rsquo;d grown to be best friends over the years, I sometimes wondered if we&amp;rsquo;d lose touch over the years&amp;hellip; that life would take us in different directions. I could live with that,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/687060/</link>
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			<title>My friends...My family</title>
			<description>A poem about those I consider my family...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/298342/</link>
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			<title>Gaurdian Angel</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote adressed to those that have hurt my friends...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/297015/</link>
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			<title>Soul Searching Prologe</title>
			<description>Samantha stood looking at the track, her older brother Slithe standing next to her with a timer in his hand. Samantha was getting ready to run her daily mile, which was a habit for her ever since she started track at her last school. Slithe glanced at his sister, who was mentally readying hersel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/296679/</link>
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			<title>Soul Searching</title>
			<description>A book about the adventure of a young girl, her brother, and a friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hivathi/296678/</link>
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			<title>Questions for You</title>
			<description>Questions For You- As my passion for you grows even stronger, who it it that steals your heart? ~I stare at you from across the room, watching you laugh at a friend's joke. Your smile makes my heart beat with love.~ - Why is it that I love you but you are unable to see it? ~I watch you f..</description>
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