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			<title>Polaris or Truth as Once We Knew It</title>
			<description>Where are you sweet Polaris,Who of late so constant turnedWith all my nights?Have I your grace not earnedAnd worthy homage paidTo all your sister lights?I set one weary, &amp;nbsp;one hopeful eyeUpon the planet&amp;rsquo;s gentle edge,Yet even in a moonless sky,You do not uphold your pledgeTo guide, bewilde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohannesNelson/1157006/</link>
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			<title>Lines Composed in an MRI</title>
			<description>Not so unkind --this thingNot so unkind at all.Much like a womb, I sayThough hard and coldThese walls.Is this the sound?Is this the sound?These earplugs I need not.Wait.There&amp;rsquo;s the sound.There&amp;rsquo;s the sound.There again, the sound.The sound again.A breath. Yes. A breathAnd then, not so unli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohannesNelson/1154567/</link>
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			<title>The Dying Colors of the Fall</title>
			<description>A poem about the passage of youth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohannesNelson/1153688/</link>
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			<title>What of the Desert Night</title>
			<description>A poem about what lies between the world we see and the world that is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohannesNelson/1153556/</link>
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			<title>Two Poems -- Silence and Quiet</title>
			<description>SilenceThe articulatedRustling of leaves,With edges gently gnarled,Through a ravineBeneath a sky cast in sorrowed grey.The swelling hum of insects in their risingFrom the loose and textured grasses in their rollingWhere there flap a flight of bats who chirp for seeingIn the not yet frosted night in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohannesNelson/1153164/</link>
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			<title>All the Little Suns</title>
			<description>A Short Story About Faith in the Desert</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohannesNelson/1153095/</link>
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