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		<description>The original writings of author deepika</description>
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			<title>The tunnel</title>
			<description>As armies of starved farmers marched on their now barrenlands with deadly rifles, vindictive faces adorned by beads of sweat, blooddripping slowly on their foreheads beneath the thunderous night sky; sweet,melodious yet sad voices could be heard in the far distance. These femalevoices seemed..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepika2694/1375119/</link>
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			<title>SIX DAYS OF A BEAUTIFUL CONVERSATION</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Are you better now?&amp;rdquo;, I asked Soham, a 4-yearold crippled child who was born during the nuclear holocaust and had just beenmoved to my ward.&amp;nbsp; No, the question justdidn&amp;rsquo;t seem fair. Everything all around answered for him, out loud. Sohamhad been found lying a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepika2694/1373429/</link>
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			<title>The mirror</title>
			<description>The life and thoughts of a graffiti artist....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepika2694/1370868/</link>
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			<title>New girl in a new city</title>
			<description>This is a story about a girl who moved to a new city early in her life. It talks about how she adjusted there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepika2694/1361259/</link>
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			<title>MOM-a classic paradox</title>
			<description>When I was in fourth grade living in Ahmedabad, my maternalgrandmother back in Allahabad, Uttar Pradesh was taken ill. This deeplytroubled us and within a few days, my mom who was the most disturbed left forAllahabad. She had been gone for a month and I was staying with my grandparentsand fa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepika2694/1359928/</link>
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			<title>Mom's the word</title>
			<description>Our moms work really hard for us for nothing. Just a small thank you can make a difference.</description>
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