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			<title>Bruce the Brace</title>
			<description>In the days when pre-adolescent girls with crooked spines (scoliosis) were quickly and thoughtlessly put into back braces for years and long enough to stifle unbridled growth of self.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432220/</link>
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			<title>The Bird</title>
			<description>It was the kind of bird thatalways gave Brian a thrill.A&amp;nbsp;big, hawk-like creature, withwings spread, flying high above the ground.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;remember gazing for similar birdswhile on our rafting trip together.I felt a twinge of heartachea memory, an association, a sadness.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432219/</link>
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			<title>NYC</title>
			<description>VITALITY SCREAMSBUILDINGS SOARTRAFFIC SWELLSAND PEOPLE SURGE.&amp;nbsp;THE PULSE OF THIS CITYPROPELS ME.I THRIVE.I GROOVE.I FIT.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432217/</link>
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			<title>Green Means Go</title>
			<description>Tribute to a beautiful, green-eyed Holocaust survivor who let me into her world</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432216/</link>
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			<title>Some &quot;ism's&quot;</title>
			<description>The cause of feelings of&amp;nbsp;UNREALITY is no more than the natural result of excessive anxious introspection.&amp;nbsp;The complex things are easy to do.&amp;nbsp; Simplicity is the real challenge.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Close&amp;quot; does not equate to &amp;quot;closed in.&amp;quot;I can be connected (intimate and co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432214/</link>
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			<title>Circle Game</title>
			<description>Undulating circlessymbolize my psyche.One smaller circle, slightly quiveringreaching for the other.Stretching, yearning,almost--almost theconnection was made.The bigger circle-solid, stately, and self-assuredstill awaits the reunion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432212/</link>
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			<title>Ode to Whitman</title>
			<description>I sing the song of myselfCan you hear me?&amp;nbsp;I sing for Whitman's inner peace.You can't hear me?&amp;nbsp;I'll sing louder.Hell, I'll scream the song of myself.&amp;nbsp;I'm SCREAMING!!!I'm Ilana.&amp;nbsp; Please hear me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432210/</link>
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			<title>The Anxiety Monster</title>
			<description>A first attempt at poetry nearly 2 decades ago when I struggled deeply (and, happy to note, successfully) to overcome gripping anxiety and panic attacks...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432207/</link>
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			<title>Should I Stay or Should I Go?</title>
			<description>Musings from a time when anxiety gripped me, yet few resources, forums, or internally generated coping skills existed for placation or peace.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idrucker/432201/</link>
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