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		<description>The original writings of author Elizabeth</description>
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			<title>Silent Tears</title>
			<description>Written in 1999--Verbal and Psychological Abuse in a Marriage

Now that this relationship has been over for nearly 4 years, I feel I can post how it constantly made me feel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/362068/</link>
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			<title>Free Stallion</title>
			<description>The great black stallion crossed the soil.His hooves galloped across the sand. They beat a desperate tempo as he fledThe white men on his land. &amp;nbsp;The black depths of his eyes showed hate, As he fled from his scattered band, But he didn&amp;rsquo;t pause to turn his head, For he feare..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/362057/</link>
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			<title>Barbie Dolls in the Bathtub</title>
			<description>This is a true event that happened 4 years ago, and I felt inspired to write a little column about it. Many things have changed...including the husband part. In the ensuing years, my daughter's barbie dolls have been put away and only the memories of thos</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/362050/</link>
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			<title>Letting Pixie Go</title>
			<description>I wrote this during the week I lost my little dog to a terrible, freak accident. She died of delayed drowning, and I still can hardly believe she is gone. I miss her. Run free at the bridge, sweet Pixie.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/361782/</link>
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			<title>When Fairytales Lie</title>
			<description>What is it that I feel? that shattered hope of&amp;nbsp;future years?The loss of love and family, the mom, the dad and children, three?&amp;nbsp;I see the nights I tuck them in, and once again explain to themwhy mom and dad must live apart, but how we keep them in our hearts.&amp;nbsp;No fau..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/361778/</link>
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			<title>The Precipice</title>
			<description>struggling out of a darkness...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/361773/</link>
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			<title>With Love~From Mom</title>
			<description>poem written to my daughter after her birth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/361772/</link>
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			<title>painful silence</title>
			<description>Written 1990: A tribute to my unborn child</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unbrokenspirit/361770/</link>
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