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			<title>Never Meant</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You were never meant tobe gone,never meant to saygoodbye.No, you weren&amp;rsquo;t meant todisappear,vanish into the emptiness ofspace,with a mind too vast,thoughts too deep,all things too heavy toevaporate in the sky.Nothing weighs more,nothing more substantial,than ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephaniejean/382228/</link>
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			<title>Thirst</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Thirst&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s raining outside the window.&amp;nbsp;Drip, drip, dropping on everything in sight, coating the air with humidity that lingers above the earth, suffocating us.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s raining outside the window, and I watch as drops slide down the glass, taunting me with their w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephaniejean/319915/</link>
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			<title>Disbelief</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Disbelief&amp;nbsp;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t so much what was saidor how they said it,not so much what it sounded likeor what went up from my toes to my headin a second.It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the seemingly nonchalant,I don&amp;rsquo;t care,sort of attitude that made me squirm,that made it hurt,..</description>
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