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			<title>A Beach from Ten Hundred Thousand Feet</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We met on the beach on one of those clear, breezy nights that I had come to love.&amp;nbsp; I sat staring out to the sea, shivering when the light wind rustled my sheer cotton skirt and blouse.&amp;nbsp; I was almost in oblivion; I did not notice ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UberTod/207501/</link>
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			<title>Hopelessly Addicted</title>
			<description>I'm not a bad guy.&amp;nbsp; I prefer to think of myself as a good guy who has fallen into some, shall we say, unfortunate habits.&amp;nbsp; It all seemed so innocent when I started.&amp;nbsp; I mean, every one of my friends did it and it didn't affect them.&amp;nbsp; Why should I be any different?&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UberTod/207499/</link>
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			<title>The Carousel</title>
			<description>The carousel spins endlessly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All horses up and downHear laughter from the joyful child&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Crying from the clownNight falls &amp;ndash; the carousel lights go on&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UberTod/207497/</link>
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			<title>Perpetual State of Indecision</title>
			<description>Running away from outstretched arms,arms connected to a body that wantsto consume me, hold me in its possession,melt with me.&amp;nbsp;I run away and then stand aloof,confused by its smoke and bright lights.Words of heart, feelings of fire, call out to medying to be quenched.But I want..</description>
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