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		<title>Isabel Bishop | WritersCafe.org</title>
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			<title>.3</title>
			<description>Lightning crashes, a new mother cries,Her placenta falls to the floor.The angel opens her eyes.The confusion sets in,Before the doctor can even close the door.I was sixyears old. Too young to understand life or death but somehow I figured outboth. Perhaps God was trying to tell u..</description>
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			<title>.2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Little by little my family and I watched asshe disappeared. Until eventually, she cut into the family like we were a cakeshe was forbidden to eat. Member by member, she cut us until we were out of herlife. The ones remaining became my sister and I, afraid that saying too muchwould ..</description>
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			<title>.1</title>
			<description>Bones protruded from everyangle. On the rare occasion you had the opportunity to glance at her back your sightwas filled with those of tendons, weak and strained muscles, but most of all-bones. Her rib cage pronounced through each shirt and served as a reminder tome how I was failing her..</description>
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			<title>Intro</title>
			<description>Height: 5&amp;rsquo;9&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Weight: 112&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BMI: 15.7&amp;nbsp;(BMI&amp;rsquo;s at 18.5 are considered &amp;ldquo;underweight&amp;rdquo;)&amp;ldquo;We all hold thingsinside us that no one else can see. They weigh us down like anchors, and drownus out at sea.&amp;rdquo; ..</description>
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			<title>Death Before Life</title>
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