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			<title>A dialogue in the drift</title>
			<description>I was there, a place I never conquered before, a virgin land, no memories, no history, a land of escape, but not to hide, a rest after the battle.&amp;nbsp;I resided on a rock facing the furious ocean, in the midst of the night, in the deepest depth of the night, I sighed out my worries through the deep..</description>
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			<title>September Dream: Time is short...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;An arrival, a visitor, a merge between universal &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;changes, a history from the future and prophecy &amp;nbsp;from the past, a melding of powers, a melody of &amp;nbsp;peace, holding within a breeze of tenderness and&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;warmth__ the warmth of chill.Over the horizon &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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