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			<title>The Blueprint of Deep Wells</title>
			<description>The Blueprint of Deep WellsThereare numerous ways that one may perceive the month of October, specifically thedays closely surrounding Halloween. Some will lean more toward the &amp;ldquo;cutesy&amp;rdquo; decorationsof scarecrows accompanied by happily painted pumpkins on the front lawn, whil..</description>
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			<title>Evidence of my Existence </title>
			<description>Evidence of my Existence&amp;nbsp;The dark, night-fallensky handed out the spotlight to each star, one at a time, and watched as eachone danced and shimmered alongside the crescent-shaped moon. Their luminousglow was the sole source of light in the room, gleaming through the screen win..</description>
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			<title>Dear Connie, </title>
			<description>DearConnie,IShe reached for the heart-shaped box in her pocket andlooked up at me with an innocent smile gleaming upon her face. Her small gigglethat followed broke the silence by which I felt I was being deafened. Thislittle girl that stood before me was undoubtedly the most psy..</description>
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