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		<description>The original writings of author J.L. McGrael</description>
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			<title>Ashes Form a Man</title>
			<description>You know how some writers have that piece they wrote in their teens that stands far above all the other angsty teenage works? This is mine. Note: previously published on my old writer's cafe account.</description>
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			<title>Nothing of Abuse</title>
			<description>The story I wrote for the final in my fiction writing class, back in my english major days.</description>
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			<title>Church Town</title>
			<description>No, I am not a driving prayer sayer.Though I like the reverence it endearsOnto a journey,I am not one for journeying.No matter how reverent the drive.My bedIs just as lonely asAnd far more comfortable thanThe road.And I know that I am not the only oneWho stays in this comfort.For what is left here,W..</description>
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