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			<title>Black. White. Ones. Zeroes. </title>
			<description>This is a story that I wrote for a contest, but sadly I was not a finalist. The contest was to write about a relationship, be it platonic or romantic, that formed over the Internet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anneclaire/939401/</link>
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			<title>Everything is blue-gray.</title>
			<description>Everything is blue-gray.There is only a hint of sun.Everyone is peaceful,And those who aren&amp;rsquo;t put on a front actorshave been trying to achieve for centuries.In the south there is a storm brewing.Just waiting for the perfect time to strike.I sit. And watch.That&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anneclaire/756516/</link>
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			<title>The broken sunlight through the branches</title>
			<description>A little poem about a bicycle. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anneclaire/710628/</link>
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			<title>I turn my face away.</title>
			<description>I turn my face away.This thing is far too real.I can feel it all over my being.As if it is me, and I am nowhere to be found.I can't hear anything else.I can't think about anything but it.Why am I consumed with this haunting?But I'm afraid to let go.Without this, we'll be nothing.Just a sore memory l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anneclaire/557743/</link>
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			<title>I seem to be stuck</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I seem to be stuck in a dark corridor of thoughtsCrawling to find a doorFeeling around I try to find something to graspNothing is thereMy arm is outstretchedSomeone must see meSomeone must be aroundNo bright lightNo doorsJust a hallwayJust a dark empty floorI shiverAn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anneclaire/381415/</link>
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			<title>The cages closing in</title>
			<description>I wrote this after a dream I had.</description>
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