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		<description>The original writings of author Sean</description>
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			<title>The Voice Inside</title>
			<description>Listen.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/513714/</link>
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			<title>What it Would Have Been Like</title>
			<description>I wonder...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/512148/</link>
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			<title>Colors</title>
			<description>BlueIt is the color of the sky.The sky of&amp;nbsp;oxygen.&amp;nbsp;GreenIt is the color of grass.The grass that animals eat.&amp;nbsp;RedIt is the color of blood.The liquid that&amp;nbsp;goes&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;us.&amp;nbsp;The colors of life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/510981/</link>
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			<title>The Big Game</title>
			<description>It's not the end of the world</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/509931/</link>
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			<title>Flaws</title>
			<description>Everyone has flaws.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/509237/</link>
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			<title>Raps</title>
			<description>Very short raps.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/503190/</link>
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			<title>6.Slowness</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;Hey,&amp;rdquo; said Mary, &amp;ldquo;September 11th was the day ofthe attack. Do you realize that that means nine-one-one?&amp;rdquo;	Bill said, &amp;ldquo;You would know that if you&amp;rsquo;d listen to theradio.&amp;rdquo;So they were off. Their&amp;hellip;journey, you might call it.	Zoe saw many pe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/501675/</link>
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			<title>7.Happy Tears</title>
			<description>	It was clear to Zoe now.She never thought of it...until now.	Bill is her father.	Or at least the&amp;nbsp;spirit of her father. Since, sadly, her father died. But heaven&amp;nbsp;sent&amp;nbsp;him. For sure,&amp;nbsp;definitely, this was, the closest anyone, anywhere, could get. From her mom's&amp;nbsp;descriptions, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/501253/</link>
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			<title>5.Pushing</title>
			<description>	Today they would be moving to Vermont. Zoe was so exited. Zoe did not feel as much&amp;nbsp;fear as a normal person. But, I ask you,&amp;nbsp;what is a normal person? Anyway they went off, Mary reading the novel, &quot;Free Hugs&quot;,Bill driving, and Zoe&amp;nbsp;doodling&amp;nbsp;on the HELP ME&amp;nbsp;/ FREE HUGS&amp;nbsp;sign..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/494430/</link>
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			<title>4.Moving</title>
			<description>As they were walking into the guestroom, Bill sat down and said:&quot;Okay, we're moving, so Mary says you're going to have to do some chores.&quot;Zoe quietly said, &quot;Okay.&quot;So she had to scrub and wipe and mop for two days straight. Here was Zoe's schedule:7:00. Get up.7:30. Breakfast8:00.&amp;nbsp;Chores8:30.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/494303/</link>
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			<title>3.Guest Room</title>
			<description>	Once they got to his house,(Zoe&amp;nbsp;thought &quot;Mary&quot; as bill had&amp;nbsp;referred to earlier, had a&amp;nbsp;strict look:&amp;nbsp;great poster,&amp;nbsp;dressed&amp;nbsp;in black, hair pulled back in a bun)&amp;nbsp;Bill said,&quot;Sugar, look, its Nick's baby girl!&quot;&amp;nbsp;	&quot;I don't have a niece,&quot;They heard from the&amp;nbsp;kitch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/493814/</link>
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			<title>2.Nobody Even Looked</title>
			<description>So they got into the car and headed off.	&quot;Where are we going Mister?&quot;said Zoe	OK, time out. Imagine you were Zoe. You would be scared to death. But Zoe was young and more importantly&amp;nbsp;extremely unique. Also she was done with death.	&quot;Homeless shelter, out of New York City ,&quot;&amp;nbsp;he said &quot;and cal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/493583/</link>
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			<title>1.Too Late Now</title>
			<description>It's just begun...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/493539/</link>
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			<title>Free Hugs</title>
			<description>One man, one girl , one day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spizsilly/493537/</link>
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