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			<title>A Complexity of Smiles</title>
			<description>A special child who believes in angels.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/405644/</link>
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			<title>Shelves</title>
			<description>The bedroom was too small  Too  square, with only One window. One window with a view Of the tops, Of trees, No trunks, No roots - a part,  just a piece. The potential roommate is behind her. Its not that small, she says.But she can't take the small room, she says.Her stuf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/330464/</link>
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			<title>Suicide Crashings</title>
			<description>A sister realizes each finds their own way, and she is no expert on the right way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/327653/</link>
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			<title>A Tolkien Moment</title>
			<description>The loss of childhood.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/326887/</link>
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			<title>calendar days</title>
			<description>a goodbye</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/325024/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>The rain continues on without stoppingOur white plastic balcony chairs are wet.I sit on one anyways.I smoke a cigarette long and hard,as I miss him. Everything is wet and the rain falls softly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/325015/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>Lies can not be hidden.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/321671/</link>
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			<title>The Trap</title>
			<description>A widow regrets.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/321216/</link>
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			<title>Vivaldi Plays</title>
			<description>Vivaldi's Seasons plays for my two-year-old&amp;nbsp;daughter&amp;nbsp;as she tilts her head to see a visual interpretation on a&amp;nbsp;DVD:&amp;nbsp;a golden retriever playing in autumn leaves,&amp;nbsp;an overhead shot of a fall covered mountain&amp;nbsp;passing by quickly, as she tilts her head.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/morrow/320837/</link>
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			<title>Twilight</title>
			<description>Kate could tell the third floor had a difficult day when she got off the elevator at 7:00. To the right and the left of her were six patients, who still had their dinner trays. The dietary aides must have already come, because the plates and food were gone, but the trays had not been wiped down...</description>
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