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			<title>And the Wall Comes Down...</title>
			<description>Working on....  It's a happy fluffy little poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deirsprite/351862/</link>
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			<title>A Grey Day</title>
			<description>This is a work still in progress...I think.  I started it a few years ago when I was going through a very stressful time.  It sort of came to me in a dreamtune...if that makes any sense.  :-)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deirsprite/349856/</link>
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			<title>Memory</title>
			<description>This piece is a few years old.  I was looking through my writing file (back when I wrote everything in longhand) and came across it.  It reminded me of the mindset I had back then.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deirsprite/349841/</link>
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			<title>Untold</title>
			<description>This is still a work in progress.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deirsprite/349676/</link>
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			<title>Limmerick - Plan B</title>
			<description>This is a little limerick I made up for the children I encounter in my life.  It's by far not a serious piece but I enjoyed putting it together.  It's a few years old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deirsprite/349671/</link>
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			<title>A Fey Masquarade</title>
			<description>In between day and nightThe woods and meadowThe water and skyRevel the merry folk The merry folk and I&amp;nbsp;For I&amp;rsquo;ve seen the luna moth&amp;rsquo;s Costume fall to the groundIn wild twists of fairy limbsIn silent celebrationTwilight revels and dewdrop orbs&amp;nbsp;Time runs ba..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deirsprite/349287/</link>
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			<description>Aunia&amp;#2013266066;s desires were very simple: find her friends, find her father.  She hadn&amp;#2013266066;t anticipated being separated from her friends after going through the gate to faeryland.  There had been a burst of fire and a brittle screech.  Now it was quiet, unnaturally</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deirsprite/349198/</link>
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			<title>Child Stone</title>
			<description>One sentance summary of my storyline:

A young woman thinks she only needs to save her father but she will find herself with an unwanted destiny to stop a secret war between the world of men and the realm of the fey.
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