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			<title>Finding My Place</title>
			<description>I live in the shadows of literary geniuses,always behind and never catching up.Their names-Fyodor Dostoevsky, George Orwell,&amp;nbsp;Aldous Huxley, Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte,and Margaret Mitchell, just to name a few-are recognized around the world,and their many books-Crime and Punishment, 1984,Bra..</description>
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			<title>The Forgotten Sun</title>
			<description>Winter,warmth hidden under your blankets,sitting by the blaze of a fireplace,spreading from the steam of hot chocolateand sweetness of hot apple cider,layered between coats and fleece.A time of silence and peace,watching crystals fall to the earth,angels lying on a bed of snow,figure eights engraved..</description>
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			<title>A Nook of Comfort</title>
			<description>The whiff of coffee greets me,welcoming my stride.Not a favorite taste of mine,but all too well a smell I love.Quicker than my sense of sight,I know what lies ahead inside.The door shuts with a soft click,announcing my entrance, my astonishment.I'm hardly left able to resistthe pull of what sitspati..</description>
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