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			<title>An Old Friend</title>
			<description>A gathering of likely folk brings comfort and peace to thegroups hungry hearts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrudeBlude/1128201/</link>
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			<title>A Brief Reprieve</title>
			<description>Flint reunites with his friends after a short journey.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrudeBlude/1118706/</link>
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			<title>Dawn</title>
			<description>In this chapter I wanted to introduce the protagonist. He is just returning from a short search for food which proves to be quite eventful.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrudeBlude/1116215/</link>
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			<title>Pain and Presence</title>
			<description>Pain and Presence is my first serious attempt at a complete book. It is a tale of a crippled earth, a new frontier, and a looming dystopia. Will man learn, or has it made the ultimate sacrifice?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrudeBlude/1116209/</link>
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			<title>Hidden Moment</title>
			<description>Rushing, UnbelievableCoursing through the aira harbinger of love, a signal of trutha metallic glimmer of hopeundeniable and true.It can't be undone, nor can it be destroyedit soars with a banner to long and thick to cutand it's message is stalwart at the gates of dawn.When hate splashes it's black m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrudeBlude/1116192/</link>
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			<title>The Low</title>
			<description>A small poem I wrote at work. It was a slow day and I was alone to close up shop, seemed like a good time.</description>
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