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			<title>Shadows of You</title>
			<description>What do you see in your reflection? Are you a monster? A saint?</description>
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			<title>How Jesus Saved Easter</title>
			<description>East Blackwell, the rogue Easter bunny has a lust for blood, due to the economy's recession. Look in the sky, what's that? A bird? A plane? No, it's Jesus.  (Possibly offensive to those with strong religious values)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbeach86/399409/</link>
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			<title>Shadows</title>
			<description>When it rains at nightI can feel the claws of the rainGrip my heart with its slippery talonsAnd toss it down into the deep bitter darkness of my mindIt brings with it a shadowThat swallows me wholeI don&amp;rsquo;t feel like myself anymoreI sit in the darknessWishing ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbeach86/377146/</link>
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			<title>Final Thought</title>
			<description>Something I dabbled with a few years ago.</description>
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			<title>Auburn Eloquence</title>
			<description>A poem that a friend and myself worked on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbeach86/377118/</link>
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			<title>The Darker Half</title>
			<description>A personal essay the dissects my morbidity.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbeach86/374423/</link>
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			<title>Thy Fear, Thy Art</title>
			<description>This is not a story of fiction, but a personal essay that chronicles my fears and my search into what &quot;fear&quot; really is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbeach86/374420/</link>
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			<title>Sins of Flesh</title>
			<description>A sexual predator prowls through the suburban jungle on the run from the cops.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbeach86/354365/</link>
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			<title>Momma's Home-Style Cooking</title>
			<description>A flash fiction piece.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbeach86/349903/</link>
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			<title>Alone No More</title>
			<description>They're there. They're waiting. Don't worry. You're not alone.</description>
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