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		<description>The original writings of author Emily</description>
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			<title>Vibrantly Lived </title>
			<description>1 Kings 19:11-12</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1496719/</link>
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			<title>The Impossible In Between</title>
			<description>Matthew 16:24-26</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1496698/</link>
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			<title>Sharks and Dolphins: An Unexpected Blow</title>
			<description>A child's observation of grief. 

Two perspectives on the same event: One in the moment from the perspective of a child, the other as a reflection on a memory in the past. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1489449/</link>
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			<title>The Long Hall</title>
			<description>A short story about true heroes. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1484828/</link>
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			<title>Love: The Reality</title>
			<description>I catch glimpses of you,&amp;nbsp;fragments that ripple and dance in the lyrics that stream through my radio. This reflection of your essence glimmers like fireflies at twilight, and I reach out cupped hands to catch your beauty.&amp;nbsp;But I know that no song can fully capture who you are to me, for yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1218720/</link>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>Trust&amp;nbsp;What is trust?And, more importantly, how is it gained?It is not a currency to be flippantly spent; yet it is the most costlything in the world.It is not a Russian-roulette luck-of-the-draw game of chance; yet thestakes are as high as the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1178658/</link>
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			<title>Blue Lovers</title>
			<description>Surely, the ocean and the sky are the most tragic of lovers,&amp;nbsp;Continually longing for the other's embrace and yet impossibly separated for eternity.The Water reaches for the sky, its ombre fingers extending up to grasp at the dry ones.&amp;nbsp;But they never touch.But in the dark and lonely nights,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1158181/</link>
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			<title>Why Do I Write?</title>
			<description>What is it that compels me to write?Is it some sick sense of self-gratification? Of Obligation?Of a desire to make an impact on someone else, to not be forgotten even long after the dew of death rests upon my stone-cold lashes?&amp;nbsp;A time will come when the light of life no longer illuminates my fe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1158179/</link>
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			<title>Raindrops</title>
			<description>They're magical, aren't we? But why are we so taken with them? What aspects of them capture our imagination? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1158168/</link>
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			<title>I AM </title>
			<description>How can we even begin to comprehend who God is? He is beyond description, and yet our souls demand that we try to give a name to our Creator. Here is the best that my insufficient mind can do. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1158157/</link>
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			<title>Dragons in Our Midst </title>
			<description>There are dragons in our midst.Not the kind confined to legends, safely restrained in the oral traditions.There are dragons in our midst,But not the kind with crimson scales and boiling breath.There are dragons in our midst,And they are deadly.&amp;nbsp;The sharpest swords of legend could not scathe the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1158013/</link>
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			<title>Blur </title>
			<description>The world races by,Oblivious to its inhabitants,Oblivious to me.I rest my head against the cool glass of the train car window,&amp;nbsp;dizzied by the jarring rattle and the blurring scenery&amp;nbsp;flying into the distance.I close my eyes, willing my fingers to squeeze more tightly together&amp;nbsp;to preven..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1157528/</link>
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			<title>Of Pain</title>
			<description>There are many types of pain. How do you persevere?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1115122/</link>
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			<title>Assembly Line</title>
			<description>Experimenting with the joy of wordplay </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1090010/</link>
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			<title>The Sentence-Clarifying Hyphen</title>
			<description>Inspired by Pico Iyer's &quot;In Praise of the Humble Comma,&quot; here is an ode to the Hyphen</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1088821/</link>
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			<title>Sleeping Beauty</title>
			<description>Sometimes, I feel like a sleeper just going through the motions. It's time to wake up!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1088189/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>Have you ever felt broken? Is the fear of being broken keeping you from your life? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1088162/</link>
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			<title>An Identity Crisis</title>
			<description>Who am I? Have you ever felt the suffocation of an identity crisis? Where can you look to restore your image?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1087758/</link>
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			<title>Poison</title>
			<description>We are not of this world. It poison us...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Doodlebug95/1087728/</link>
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			<title>The Statue </title>
			<description>My ponderings on the formation of Life and Identity.</description>
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