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			<title>Lightning</title>
			<description>A childhood memory</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/2110704/</link>
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			<title>The Barn</title>
			<description>Childhood memory</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/2092106/</link>
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			<title>Wife</title>
			<description>Shh... listen to the songbird's melodytweet tweet tweeting from every bush and tree.About what do you suppose their song could be?Surely it's about my love for thee.&amp;nbsp;I'm so proud to look at you and call you wife.You are the greatest treasure in my life.Worth enduring any pain or strife.With int..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/758761/</link>
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			<title>One Second Distilled</title>
			<description>I take a step forward, nice and slow.I can't place my foot where I want it to go.&amp;nbsp;The invsible hand starts to knock me around,trying to put me onto the ground.&amp;nbsp;I cling to my cane as a means of support,but as a sure anchor it's coming up short.&amp;nbsp;I freeze and wait for the world to settle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/758759/</link>
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			<title>Why</title>
			<description>On losing a child to suicide.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/706338/</link>
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			<title>Amazon Mom</title>
			<description>A mother's battle against mis-behaving kids.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/442111/</link>
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			<title>Martian Legacy Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The man behind the desk looked up from his reading to ask the pale man, &amp;ldquo;How bad is the injury? Can he continue?&amp;rdquo; The pale man replied, &amp;ldquo;A torn ligament near the knee. Painful, but not debilitating. We can control the pain, so he should be fine for the mission.&amp;rdquo; The man..</description>
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			<title>Martian Legacy Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Jay sat in the classroom with rapt attention as the technician explained the workings of the fusion drive system. &amp;ldquo;Basically it is a controlled and focused nuclear explosion. Obviously we can't release a nuclear explosion on Earth, so we use traditional rockets to propel the vehicle out ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/419468/</link>
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			<title>Martian Legacy Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Jay dropped back about five yards and started easing to the right in his lazy loping stride. In addition to being mission captain and a fine pilot, he was also a pretty good quarterback. Right now he and several other guys from the space center were spending a little quality time with the old ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/419467/</link>
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			<title>Martian Legacy Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Bethany Howell and Clive Aziz walked side by side down the hall toward the housing units. She had long light brown hair with just a little waviness, and a lean athletic build to go along with her girl next door good looks. They were both sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Bethany quippe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/419464/</link>
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			<title>Martian Legacy Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The man seated behind the great desk looked deep in thought. He rested his pointy chin in one slender hand as he ruminated. At the slight knock on the door he immediately called out &amp;ldquo;enter.&amp;rdquo; A pale diminutive man eased into the room and strode up to the desk before he spoke. &amp;ldquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/419462/</link>
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			<title>Martian Legacy Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The full moon shone brightly overhead as Captain Jay Moore piloted his classic Corvette convertible along the Texas back road. After a brutally hot August day the cooler night air flowing into the topless car was a refreshing treat. Jay had just left his girlfriend Erika's house, and could sti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/419460/</link>
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			<title>Martian Legacy</title>
			<description>An action adventure with a space exploration aspect.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/419458/</link>
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			<title>Cake Icing Caper</title>
			<description>What happens when cake is left unguarded.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/418357/</link>
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			<title>The Great Treehouse Tragedy</title>
			<description>Children attempting to build the ultimate treehouse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/417402/</link>
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			<title>Judo Club</title>
			<description>A short story of childhood antics.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/412784/</link>
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			<title>Christmas Hijinx</title>
			<description>A childhood Christmas memory</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mghensley/409335/</link>
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