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			<title>Forever my Gibraltar</title>
			<description>fragments from my book &quot;Disposable people&quot; - a work in progress, but also in its final stages </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1198922/</link>
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			<title>Amen!</title>
			<description>Amen &amp;nbsp;I breathe inthe consumed breathof people around meand I renew myself&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;&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..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1198679/</link>
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			<title>The Rat of Fear</title>
			<description>once more&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and then again&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and yet againwith hungry bitesthe rat of fearleft scores of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1196739/</link>
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			<title>Perpetual Struggle</title>
			<description>for various reasonsthere has always beena faulty connectionbetween&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my head&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1195550/</link>
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			<title>Ulysses' Torment</title>
			<description>from time to timeI feltUlysses&amp;rsquo; strugglethe day he tiedhimself&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with ropes of sorrow&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;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1195547/</link>
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			<title>Punctuation</title>
			<description>one dayI found myselfjust rolling upthe thinnest possiblefilmof my tormented soul(the same exact waya long time agomy beloved fatherrolled up cigars)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;by touching the soulmy fingers readthe most confusingstory&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1194306/</link>
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			<title>Painting Feelings</title>
			<description>from a palealmost watery yellowto the richness ofdusty old gold&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;flowers&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;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1193896/</link>
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			<title>Claiming the Mountain</title>
			<description>Claiming the Mountain&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;while Sisyphus thegiantwas claiming hismountaindetermined to make itunder the weightof his impossibledream&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;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1193891/</link>
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			<title>Ocean of Sadness</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;one dayI was breathing in the oceanand so I tasted the saltmade out of tearsthat washed awaythe sacrificed joy of pyramidsinto&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Nile&amp;nbsp;that dayI heard the quiet cry&amp;nbsp;of the oppressed and lonely peoplethrowing their hopes..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1192631/</link>
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			<title>What does it Take to be a Great Writer</title>
			<description>Bringing Emotions intoPlayMany people definethemselves as writers just because they write; &amp;ldquo;the cogito ergo sum&amp;rdquo; does notexactly parallel &amp;ldquo;I write, therefore I am a writer&amp;rdquo;.Good writing takesmore than just the ability to put words into sentences and commun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1192360/</link>
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			<title>The Way I Feel Words</title>
			<description>I feel wordsthe same impetuous waymost people feel&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;&amp;nbsp; hunger or cold&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PetraVlah/1192315/</link>
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