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			<title>Serenity</title>
			<description>Serenity surrounds me.The sound of voices dance in the air.&amp;nbsp; Lights shimmer all around.Children play happilyAll along the floor, Running and walking, Laughing at their own jokes,Imagining their own stories, Being their own people.Everything has gone well tonight.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnieAle/1194046/</link>
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			<title>A Nine Year Reflection</title>
			<description>I wrote this in reflection of my nine years since graduating high school.  I'm amazed about where I am.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnieAle/1189886/</link>
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			<title>Writing Prompt: Write a Pessimistic Account of What You Think the World Could Look Like in 2099</title>
			<description>I got this prompt from Writers Write, and so I decided to actually write for an exercise prompt.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnieAle/1161018/</link>
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			<title>Incomplete Cycle</title>
			<description>The moon sets,The sun rises, And I sit here on the dock,Just swaying To the waves,Catching the breeze.&amp;nbsp; The air is crisp, The sky is red.My eyes have not seen their lidsSince only God knows when.There is no sleepFor the restless and the weary,As we know not how, Or whe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnieAle/1132268/</link>
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			<title>Lace and Pearls</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnieAle/1129538/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Night has come,The light has dimmed to blackness.In the cornerShe sitsAnd cries silentlySo no one may hear.She blows her nose softly,Dabs her eyes,Then takes the cold compressTo press against her skinSo no one will know.Her attempts are futileAs the tears roll down her ch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnieAle/1129536/</link>
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			<title>Exhaustion</title>
			<description>This was a story I submitted as part of an online contest in December of 2012.  I needed to write something, so whether good or bad, I just wrote and submitted.</description>
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