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			<title>Puddles</title>
			<description>I tell him not to jump in it,(he&amp;rsquo;s just changed his pants andI&amp;rsquo;ll have to take him back to his father all wet)but he doesn&amp;rsquo;t listen.He shrieks with delight as water splashes up into his bootsI open my mouth to protest but then,He grins like sunshine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1110077/</link>
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			<title>Pins</title>
			<description>Pinsand needles in my toesafter I gave you a backrub,sitting on the bed,cutting off the ciculation through my ankles&amp;nbsp;as you typedand typed late at night.I was nakedunder the sheetstrying to get you to bed,but you said &amp;ldquo;no,not yet. five minutes,&amp;rdquo;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1110058/</link>
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			<title>Spring</title>
			<description>Branches stretch up to the pale sunand a few hopeful budscoil close to the bark,huddled away fromsudden gusts of chilled wind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1110055/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>Ripped jeans and white tees,black socks and low-rise chucks(red)...Her head of unruly curlsthat bounced when she laughed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1110051/</link>
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			<title>Capture</title>
			<description>A moment in a photograph;my lips with yours.This moment; andmy heart, too.I don&amp;rsquo;t want it.A caterpillar in a jar.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1106061/</link>
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			<title>Empty</title>
			<description>DustAnd a letter on my nightstand,Unreadable print, sayingI will always love you.Now,dustAnd a letter on my nightstand.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1106050/</link>
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			<title>Liquid Gold</title>
			<description>Written: August 22, 2011</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1105998/</link>
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			<title>come</title>
			<description>To bed.He sighs it softly,grazing my shoulderwith his calloused hand.Come to bed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaisKV/1105987/</link>
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