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		<description>The original writings of author Armonia</description>
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			<title>40 Days</title>
			<description>I awake to the stiff, frigid morning air.My toes curl under the small sliver of blanket, looking for any sign of warmth.Diffused light streams through closed windows, reflecting off freshly fallen snow.It is quiet.It is peaceful.Yet, something is different.Today is Ash Wednesday, the fir..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/512205/</link>
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			<title>I have a confession...</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m terrified. Of what is and of what could be. Of getting wrappedup, and then watching it all crash down upon me, just like last time. Itend to get worked up and overreact. It is the one flaw I wish I coulderase forever, and trust me, I&amp;rsquo;m working on it.-For anyone who has seen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/512133/</link>
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			<title>The Not-So-Common Valentine's Day</title>
			<description>This morning I woke up, assuming I knewwhat the day would bring. Yet as I sat in Church listening to thetwenty minute long homily, I realized maybe things are never reallyquite what they seem. Maybe we wake up each and every morning knowingexactly who we are, how we were raised and how we ar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/512132/</link>
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			<title>February 3</title>
			<description>February 3, 2010, the day that would have marked our fourthyear. Four years of sweet kisses and I love you&amp;rsquo;s. Four years of stupidbickering and taking turns to pay for dinner. Four years of wondering how ourcompletely conflicting lives would turn out a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/509179/</link>
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			<title>It's Strange Really...</title>
			<description>thank you...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/503430/</link>
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			<title>the bookstore</title>
			<description>                the sweet sound of the cracking binding.the musky smell of freshly printed pages.the constant whispers muted by mile-high stacks.the complete sense of weightlessness.consumed by a different, unknown world. time stops fiercely.i am all together forgotten.the ch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/394509/</link>
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			<title>Buttons</title>
			<description>Poem I wrote a very long time ago for Poetry.Com and it got published I guess =]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/385316/</link>
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			<title>A New Beginning</title>
			<description>This piece is the summary of the summer of 2008. The summer after high school graduation, when my boyfriend of two and a half years left for boot camp, my best friend moved to Texas, and the college life awaited  me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/384844/</link>
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			<title>Better Together</title>
			<description>This is the beginning of what I hope to be a young adult novel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armonia/384842/</link>
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