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			<title>Summer Storm</title>
			<description>Summer Storm4-16-10&amp;nbsp;Yourever-changing mood is like a rude, summer storm. It begins gently but withharsh intentions. Ruthless rain begins; burning hot, searing the skin uponwhich it strikes. Aggressive thunder breaks out and echoes over the Earth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1366468/</link>
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			<title>One, Open, Savoring</title>
			<description>Short Mania (?)&amp;ldquo;I am one. I am open. I amhere and now. I am savoring.&amp;rdquo;September 31st,2013I felt radiant and aweinspired. I was on top of the mountain and on top of the world. Nature washeaven, and everything in my path gleamed and spa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1366464/</link>
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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m ready for that white light.&amp;nbsp;Standing in front of the upstairs mirror, Melinda watched alittle river of tears flow down her cheek and onto her t-shirt. She washed herface and walked back into her room. The stereo was already set up with Debussy on her la..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1257223/</link>
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			<title>My Life Isn't Interesting Enough For This</title>
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			<title>Sunshine Daydream</title>
			<description>A Sunshine Daydream,Walkingalong the babbling brook,Overwinding roots,Throughtowering mountains.Treeshug you as you take your powerful stepsOnthe narrow path.Acrossgreat granite,Ceruleansky above;Youare wild,Youare free,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1250375/</link>
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			<title>The Spirals</title>
			<description>She&amp;rsquo;s spiraling within the spirals.She fills the pages.Over and over.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;rsquo;s racing,&amp;ldquo;Thereis a rea-son. They ma-de me do it. There is al-ways a rea-son.&amp;rdquo;Broken words.They feel right.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;rsquo;s abov..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1246219/</link>
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			<title>Crushing</title>
			<description>She&amp;rsquo;s crushing.He&amp;rsquo;sthree times her age.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;rsquo;s shaking.He&amp;rsquo;sher shrink.&amp;nbsp;He leans in closer,Reassuring her-&amp;ldquo;Youhave gifts&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;She looks past him at the bookshelf.She&amp;rsquo;s blush..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1246216/</link>
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			<title>I am One. I am open. I am here and now. I am savoring. </title>
			<description>I am radiant,I am Mother Nature,I am the cosmos,I am life Itself.&amp;nbsp;I am One,I am here and now,I am savoring.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1246022/</link>
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			<title>Revelations of the Evening</title>
			<description>&quot;Normal?How strange!&quot;&quot;A depressed mind is a my mind&quot;&quot;I needto be revitalized.&quot;IMust &amp;ldquo;Find a Way&amp;rdquo; or I Will Not Let Myself &amp;ldquo;Find a Way&amp;rdquo; At All&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;These thoughts are the fuel of life&amp;rdquo; or&amp;ldquo;This Brilliance&amp;rdquo;&amp;l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1245967/</link>
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			<title>False Coma</title>
			<description>I started to get so disgusted with mydrag of a life that I&amp;rsquo;d just sleep away time.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;d drift off to that hazydreamland where sapphire skies stretched on forever and I could do as Ipleased.&amp;nbsp;My days were transformed into endless nights that made passin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MCOliver/1245931/</link>
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			<title>Your Poor, Sweet Bones</title>
			<description>It sucks you up and consumes you in one bite.It tosses you aroundfor a while in its mouth,Sucking on your poor, sweet bones.It chews and chompsBut soon finds youdistasteful.It spits you rightout, back into the day,Beaten and vulnerable. You&amp;rsquo;r..</description>
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