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		<description>The original writings of author Sofia</description>
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			<title>Clich&amp;eacute;s: [A Savior]</title>
			<description>Clich&amp;eacute;s are the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [enemies]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of English teachers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Too [informal]for Formal Assignmentsand&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1317324/</link>
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			<title>I think, and I write</title>
			<description>I think,and I write.I write,and I read.I read,and I revise.I revise,and I erase.I erase,and I think.I think,and I stop.Don&amp;rsquo;t think. It&amp;rsquo;sa trap.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1289511/</link>
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			<title>[Untitled]</title>
			<description>just a conversation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1198428/</link>
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			<title>Moonlight</title>
			<description>																			empty.VACANT SOUL, vacant night.no more guidance, 	no more light.		a lost mind wanders too far to see											for the sky, none appears to be</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1194445/</link>
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			<title>I saw loneliness clearly</title>
			<description>I saw loneliness clearly.She was fragile, frail, weak.She turned and curled up, hugging herself silently, staring at me with dead eyes.I saw her pale and gray tint fade opaqueAnd heard her scream only as loud as a whisperAnd I felt saddened.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1194444/</link>
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			<title>The Labyrinth</title>
			<description>So in case you have not read John Green's book &quot;Looking For Alaska,&quot; I recommend so.
This essay is in the point of view of one character from the book, Alaska Young.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1189613/</link>
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			<title>21 Days Without</title>
			<description>Elizabeth is stuck with the uncertainty of her long-time boyfriend's survival rate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1166069/</link>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Devon and Elizabeth have been best friends since they could remember and when it seems like it might be all gone, it becomes to hard to handle.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/readwritecry/1166067/</link>
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