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			<title>Sempiternal section</title>
			<description>Extract from a review of Sempiternal</description>
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			<title>Grind</title>
			<description>Rinse and Repeat</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierreJohn/1178892/</link>
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			<title>Whirlwind</title>
			<description>&quot;It hurts to say, but I want you to stay...&quot;- The Strokes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierreJohn/1172614/</link>
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			<title>Misplaced</title>
			<description>A dispute between lovers</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3- An exchange of information</title>
			<description>Joxhn enters Syrus's leather shop...</description>
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			<title>Reverie</title>
			<description>Nature at its finest</description>
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			<title>Precipice</title>
			<description>Standing between the ends of the world</description>
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			<title>Eternity </title>
			<description>The hands tick&amp;nbsp;and tockacross the facewith lines etched by the sands of timedeep and intricate, life spilling from the groovesTiny gold grains tumble, from chamber to chamberfrom top to bottom, as it slips awayand all the while I am waiting, waiting for my turnThrough wars, and famineas the win..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2- A visitor</title>
			<description>The town of Hillshade is visited by a strange man...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1- A storm On The Hill</title>
			<description>The most violent storm for many years rages upon the solemn hill, as a traveler waits for the start of something which will be remembered for an age</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierreJohn/1154416/</link>
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			<title>The Forgotten Tales- The Hunt for a Man</title>
			<description>Carad-orn is a land with a long forgotten past, real life heroes fading into naught but legend and myth. These books are these tales told anew, so the legendary figures, are remembered again.</description>
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