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		<description>The original writings of author Ryan Walker</description>
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			<title>I Cannot Fix You</title>
			<description>More old break up song lyrics</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1188603/</link>
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			<title>The Wave Prison</title>
			<description>And I keep having this dream, that I am inside the tunnel of wave, standing on top of the water. Everything is so blue. The liquid torrent rushes and moves. And somehow the gleaming blades of light penetrate through the thick but translucent shield around me, sparkling and flickering. &amp;nbsp;The ends..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1188595/</link>
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			<title>Reveal</title>
			<description>I wrote this privately, sending it to no one, a few days after my first break up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1188574/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Sky sat on her bed, the curtains drawn, allowing only a sliver of the sun's raise to illuminate the the filthy room. Under normal conditions, one would have been able to see the fluffy white carpets but, an array of dirty clothes and memory provoking pictures sprinkled the ground, as their empty fra..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180665/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Gavin could not believe he was here. The band he had practically idolized for years, was just inside. He not only had the opportunity to meet them, but had a shot at becoming one of them. A shot at becoming one of Against the Storm We Stand, an internationally revered band.&amp;nbsp;He severely doubted ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180656/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>For the third time that morning, Adam reviewed the resume of the potential new member of Against the Storm We Stand. He seemed promising, the most promising actually, though technically he was not a professional musician. He had never released so much as a single or been a part of any band before, b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180655/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>It seemed that the fastest way to get there was to actually cut through central park. The almost animated, humorless faces were few here. There was a liveliness to this scene, children clung to their mothers as they stared wide eyed about their world, others galloped around pure glee etched into the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180648/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>The pedestrians of 5th Avenue are gripped by urgency. The click clack of high heels resonate with the rattle of clenched briefcases. But it is more than just the haste in their step that has Gavin fixated , it is the way they hold themselves. An air of dignity defined by an unwavering steady, forwar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180643/</link>
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			<title>The Tension of Walls</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180641/</link>
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			<title>A Last Hoorah</title>
			<description>I am sorry that I said those thingsI didn't say them for youBut part of me hoped you would&amp;nbsp;Accept what I had to saySo&amp;nbsp;Now please I ask youBelieve me&amp;nbsp;I still believe every wordAnd every time I sign It stingsBut I believe other thingsJust let me singYou can no longer stand to be aloneYo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180623/</link>
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			<title>The Choice</title>
			<description>The axe of vengeance my left, the blade of retribution my right, dare I wield them?Dare I extract from the uncharted caverns, a canvas of unlimited possibility.How can I derive tantamount power from sources of darkness and light? Dare I unleash such a cataclysm?Or  would  it be salvati..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180602/</link>
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			<title>Quiet Strength </title>
			<description>A wind blew across the land, heading north. The valley howled, sweeping up the green things, already dying. The trees, the grass, the creatures, hungry. The sky up above echoed the land's decent, the fast moving clouds whispered of the storm to come. The Earth was maimed. But far to the east, th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180481/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Wrote using only 100 words</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180192/</link>
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			<title>The Man Who Stands</title>
			<description>There he standsA man&amp;nbsp;Face of stoneBelying transparent humanity&amp;nbsp;That azure oceanBleeds agonyTwin caverns&amp;nbsp;Like arrows&amp;nbsp;Portals to his marrowAnd in this moment of insanity&amp;nbsp;Hoping to bring clarityHe standsIn the heart of city he stands&amp;nbsp;Sprawled before himThe damned&amp;nbsp;Flou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rywall/1180189/</link>
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			<title>Dawah</title>
			<description>Originally, this was intended to be a potential prologue or explanation for The Road by Cormac McCarthy, but now I see it as sort of a rough outline for a book series I will write. Enjoy</description>
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