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			<title>The Identity Lot </title>
			<description>They're slimy, unshaped globs. Some blue, some yellow, some transparent. All of them - lost. </description>
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			<title>Nemophilist </title>
			<description>Nirvana: intangible,peaceful, short lasting and unforgettable. </description>
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			<title>Alaska</title>
			<description>Alaska, the cold and white safe heaven. </description>
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			<title>The Portrait </title>
			<description>The sky was no longer blue, but an assortment of colors. The clouds had left, fed up with being puppets. All that was left were the umbrellas and their metallic handling. </description>
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