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			<title>Poor Alice</title>
			<description>Thewalls of jade rise up&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and she is surrounded,barelya single star lights up&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the black sky above her,sheburrows in the shadows,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/may9thsisters/1174744/</link>
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			<title>Thunderstorms</title>
			<description>Theysleep-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; morning remains distant&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as the moon still holds&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/may9thsisters/1171020/</link>
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			<title>Hunger</title>
			<description>Theycrowd the table,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; piles of food line the linen cloth,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scents of vegetables and meat&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/may9thsisters/1171009/</link>
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			<title>Apocalyptic Nightmares </title>
			<description>Panicwobbles in my chest,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; this place is home, but I feel likeI&amp;rsquo;ve never been here,thesky is gray around my house,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; signaling another way of life,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/may9thsisters/1171003/</link>
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			<title>Surviving Night in Darfur</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Do not despair,&amp;rdquo; he said to her,Her body was frail, decaying as she let her stomach gobareas she watched the plate drift away into the hands of her brothers and sisters so that they would neverunderstand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Do not despair,&amp;rdquo; he said to her, &amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/may9thsisters/1170994/</link>
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			<title>Brother and Sister of the Earth</title>
			<description>she fallsasleep with a Bible pressed to her lips&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (daylight creeps upon thehorizon)clutchingGod within her palm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/may9thsisters/1170993/</link>
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			<title>Of Worlds Forgotten</title>
			<description>I. I pondered what land I&amp;rsquo;d let myself fall in,Deserts where dragons swam beneath the sand?Or walls built of charcoal stone that trapped good withinthe stomach of evil?I skipped across rivers that would challenge the strengthof your legs,And even when I felt my toes slip ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/may9thsisters/1170992/</link>
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