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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>Chapter 6 - Lana&amp;nbsp;I thought the beacon of light was a hallucination at first. I hadn't seen light like that in so long. It's amazing what a little thing like a helicopters search light could do to the soul that had given up. It woke my husband's soul back&amp;nbsp;up. He touched me. &amp;nbsp;He touched..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5 - Christoph</title>
			<description>Down by the Riverside. Moselle, Germany&amp;nbsp;The river bent around the swaying, singing blades of grass. I made my own little snow angel into the folds of green- a&amp;nbsp;beautiful green&amp;nbsp;grass angel. The clouds were perfect puffs of pictures against the deep-blended blues and grays of sky. I love..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4 Marge</title>
			<description>Dallas&amp;nbsp;My daughter clutched her doll like she had been doing&amp;nbsp;for weeks. If she wasn't clutching her little doll, she was clutching onto me. I didn't mind, I welcomed it. I knew our time was running out. &amp;nbsp;My husband, Patrick, had left weeks ago. Left. Ha. What a joke. They took him. An..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3 - The President of the United States</title>
			<description>Verkhoyansk, Russia&amp;nbsp; '&amp;#1077;&amp;#1088;&amp;#1093;&amp;#1086;&amp;#1103;&amp;#769;&amp;#1085;&amp;#1089;&amp;#1082; Currently -51 degrees Celsius&amp;nbsp;The bone numbing, freezing cold temperatures were safe. The White House staff, all the way down to our daughter's yapping Yorkshire Terrier, Spock, made camp in some fort in R..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2 - Marcus</title>
			<description>New United Kingdom - FEMA camp 3&amp;nbsp;We weren't even safe 150 feet in the god damn ground. Richard Tempest is a damn fool if he thought we'd be safe anywhere.&amp;nbsp;Seventeen billion euro's spent, wasted,&amp;nbsp;to create this shelter and we were still in the s**t hole. &amp;nbsp;No one was safe. Yet, my ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - Lana </title>
			<description>Chapter 1 -Lana&amp;nbsp;Somewhere in the southwest of the US Territory. &amp;nbsp;Closing the shutters made me feel safer, though I realized it was pointless. Maybe if they couldn't see us. I mean, why make it easier for them, right? My anxiety was wearing my poor husband thin. I jumped at every sound, eve..</description>
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			<title>Undead Winter</title>
			<description>A zombie thriller</description>
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			<title>My Name is Caprise</title>
			<description>a quick short painting in words</description>
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