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		<description>The original writings of author PaleWriter</description>
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			<title>I am many ghosts</title>
			<description>I am many ghosts: &amp;nbsp;A toddler discovering the world, &amp;nbsp;A teenager who grew dark and moody, &amp;nbsp;A young man with a crush on the girl down the street, &amp;nbsp;A father who worried about his children and bills. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I've experienced storms, &amp;nbsp;been demonized and celebrat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Palewriter/2933427/</link>
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			<title>Pretty Blue Bird</title>
			<description>Through the airbranch to branch,he followshis blue bird.She glides past,silent wings,a song he cannot reach.One more stretch,one soft hopevanished.In the hush,he learns:worth is not measuredby return.The wind may shift,and somewhere ahead,a new song waits.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Palewriter/2922585/</link>
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			<title>Autumn Leaves</title>
			<description>Those dry withered dancershave flourished their skillson streets and rooftopsand sun-shaded hills.  On sun-filtered sidewalkspast burning bush flowers,tempestuous windsdance with them for hours.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Palewriter/2910194/</link>
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			<title>Ghost hunting</title>
			<description>I'm one of those guys who wanders through abandoned homes notorious for their fearsome hauntings. I traipse through rooms with caution, though; the floors beneath my shoes often crackle from debris, creating a false sense of security. Some floors are spongy or have unseen holes. At times, invisible ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Palewriter/2809754/</link>
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			<title>Blurring poetic lines. </title>
			<description>No one wants to rhyme their poemsthe way that rhymes should be.They choose instead to write free verse,which leaves no fun for me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No one wants to meter poemsthe way the feet should go.They choose instead to add more beats,which screws up all the flow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No one wants to write the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Palewriter/1575084/</link>
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			<title>The Allure of Autumn Trees</title>
			<description>As sizzling skies of summerdispensed its heat through hills,October launched its chilly reignexchanging heat for chills.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Majestic trees of birch, in sway,along the distant trail,released a mass of florid leavesthat mounted in the dale.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Each silent, spinning parasail,rotating th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Palewriter/1469949/</link>
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			<title>Sugary hills.</title>
			<description>Cold-biting breezes sweep sugary hillsas autumn is bitten by wintery chills.And silky white snowdrifts, frozen in time,enfold, like waves suspended.  Heavenly jewels sparkle brighton powdered seas, where diamonds shine.  They shimmer on fields in tides of snow,winking their crystal eyes at thosewho ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Palewriter/1469935/</link>
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