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			<title>Sunrise by the Sea</title>
			<description>Where rolling surf laces the sand with foamand emerald seas sit calm beneath dawn&amp;rsquo;s sky,dolphins roam the range from shore to depthsspied only by the blest; or by the wisewho rise and shine with the morning sun.Beyond the sidewalks,&amp;nbsp;beyond the&amp;nbsp;boardwalk,far beyond the a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smzang/1165956/</link>
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			<title>Like Mist on the Mountains</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Autumn&amp;rsquo;s child&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;this leaf that&amp;rsquo;s pillowed on the&amp;nbsp;air,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a moment&amp;rsquo;s falling star with &amp;nbsp;springtime&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>In the Travelled Hollows of Orchards</title>
			<description>O, mellow fieldsthe stars are strung above youin delight.&amp;nbsp; Fireflies mingle amidst them,everything&amp;rsquo;s flickering.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There&amp;rsquo;s no need for a candle;the night is warm, the moon is shining.Flute notes of&amp;nbsp;the nightingale&amp;rsquo;s songwhisper&amp;nbsp;hints of&amp;nbsp;ancient secr..</description>
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			<title>A Waltz with Winter</title>
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			<title>Her Mother's Jewelry Box</title>
			<description>The hinged lid, gilded with fluted edge,a red velvet lining remembers tracesof its early flame. The mirror, agedand wise still does not lie, Her mother's faceis reflected in her smile.An amethyst, an opal, a few pieces of gold,solid, old, enduring, A strand of pearls,demure as if bra..</description>
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