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			<title>Walking with Butterflies</title>
			<description>This is a work in progress.  Some of the lines need tweaking.</description>
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			<title>Epilogue</title>
			<description>I figured the best way to end the book is how I started it, with words from my brother-in-law.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1268153/</link>
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			<title>Honors</title>
			<description>Honoring	Preparations for Erik&amp;rsquo;s memorial service were underway. &amp;nbsp;My parents and sister flew in late that night, so Micah, Natasha, and I headed back up to Fairbanks to pick them up. &amp;nbsp;They were surprised we were there to pick them up, but Micah or I would be able to sleep in our hous..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1267826/</link>
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			<title>Sorrow</title>
			<description>SorrowWhatis the saying, God will never give you more than you can handle?&amp;nbsp; I havecome to find that saying incomplete.&amp;nbsp;It should be more like this; God will never give you more thanyou can handle without HIM.&amp;nbsp; Thingswere getting pretty stretched in our household ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1191169/</link>
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			<title>Blessings</title>
			<description>Blessings&amp;nbsp;Ithas always been said to &amp;ldquo;count your blessings&amp;rdquo; especially during times ofdoubt.&amp;nbsp; We had no shortage ofblessings during this time.&amp;nbsp; Ourlittle community of Anderson was the biggest blessing of all. They ralliedaround our family to make sure we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1183649/</link>
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			<title>Marine</title>
			<description>Marine&amp;nbsp;Itwas a long day of airplane rides.&amp;nbsp;We started off in California, then had a layover in Seattle, and finallyheaded back to Anchorage.&amp;nbsp; Theflight to Anchorage was less crowded and pretty quiet, which helped us to relaxsome.&amp;nbsp; There was a young mansitt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1183487/</link>
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			<title>Make-a-Wish</title>
			<description>I can not say enough good things about this organization.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1183337/</link>
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			<title>Seattle</title>
			<description>Seattle&amp;nbsp; 	News of Erik&amp;rsquo;s prognosis spread throughoutfriends and family in the Northwest states. One of Micah&amp;rsquo;s brothers had to gooff by themselves for a while.&amp;nbsp;Albert was having a hard time talking about it, which Micah found veryhard.&amp;nbsp; We were all worr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1182839/</link>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>Darkness&amp;nbsp; 	The next morning we woke up early.&amp;nbsp; It was now Tuesday, July 16th,2002 and we had to be at Children&amp;rsquo;s Hospital as soon as we could thatmorning.&amp;nbsp; We were told to checkinto the Emergency Entrance, where a neurologist would examine the MRIpictures.&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1180913/</link>
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			<title>Traveling</title>
			<description>Traveling	Over the next couple of days we worked to get things together for the trip to Seattle. &amp;nbsp;Albert was able to make arrangements for a ticket for me through our local Lions Club. &amp;nbsp;After that, it was a matter of arranging the flights. &amp;nbsp;We decided to fly out of Anchorage, since Na..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1180350/</link>
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			<title>Troubles</title>
			<description>Troubles	Other than Erik&amp;rsquo;s weekly tutoring with his teacher, normal summer routines began. &amp;nbsp;Erik and Natasha continued to spend most of their time at Albert and Barb&amp;rsquo;s house, while I went back to work full days at the post office. &amp;nbsp;They would also get to participate in the loca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1179820/</link>
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			<title>Glasses</title>
			<description>This is pretty short, but it really didn't fit with the last chapter or the next one after it.</description>
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			<title>Anderson</title>
			<description>My initial draft of this chapter was a lot longer.  This is a condensed version.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1178666/</link>
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			<title>Preparation</title>
			<description>Preparation&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Mommy, when are we going to Alaska?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; Erik, age 4, asked me one day, &amp;ldquo;I missGamma and Poppa.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I know, Sweetie,&amp;rdquo; I answered sympatheti..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Turning Our Faces to the Wall&amp;nbsp;	In those days Hezekiah was sick and neardeath.&amp;nbsp; And Isaiah the prophet, theson of Amon, went to him and said, &amp;ldquo;Thus says the Lord:&amp;nbsp; Set your house in order, for you shalldie, and not live.&amp;rdquo;	Then he turned his face to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1177228/</link>
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			<title>Turning Our Faces to the Wall</title>
			<description>This is a story about my son, who became the Youngest Honorary Marine in 2002.  He was diagnosed with a tumor in the brain stem at age 7.  His story has taken me quite a while to write.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuSchneider/1176979/</link>
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