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			<title>Musing of the Morning</title>
			<description>The daily obstacles should not be the obsession.&amp;nbsp; The obsession should be the attainment of dreams and experiences to be gained along the journey.&amp;nbsp; The obstacles serve us as opportunities to fly our flags of intellectual fortitude and combat them as they arise.&amp;nbsp; In hindsight, they bec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunmeh/1616863/</link>
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			<title>El Tren de la Muerte</title>
			<description>The calm is something that I could find addictive or find a reason for dependency.  I am almost uncomfortable with the sense of serenity I am experiencing.  I feel no regret, no sadness, and the immediate release of responsibility is what I would imagine a heroine addict experiences shortly afte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunmeh/1431073/</link>
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			<title>Stolckholm Syndrome</title>
			<description>Just for fun</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunmeh/1430604/</link>
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			<title>The Definition of Insanity</title>
			<description>Duality.&amp;nbsp; A strategy in existence for thousands of years. &amp;nbsp;Anchored in our fears, and&amp;nbsp;sold to our human need to belong and be accepted.&amp;nbsp; A pillar in the foundation of control, and a catalyst for the hatred of ideas on the inverse of what we perceive as reality.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunmeh/1429491/</link>
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			<title>The Font of Ebola</title>
			<description>I no longer feardeath.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;giggle to myself&amp;nbsp;as I read&amp;nbsp;these brave words.&amp;nbsp; Written as if I ama seasoned &amp;nbsp;Spartan warrior charging in to battle, facing&amp;nbsp;an impendingslaughter.&amp;nbsp; Callused by the witness of&amp;nbsp;battle, destruction, anddeath.&amp;nbsp; Enraged&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunmeh/1428895/</link>
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			<title>Friday</title>
			<description>Night, lights, libations; the dawning regret.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunmeh/1428586/</link>
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