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			<title>2-Photographs</title>
			<description>My heart pounded. Slowly the box found its way into my sweaty palm. Smiling brightly, I slowly lifted the box to the table. I gently pulled the plush lid of the small box open, revealing the shimmering silver ring tucked into the black velvet. Scooting it forwards on the table, my smile only grew wi..</description>
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			<title>1- Nightmare</title>
			<description>	Screams echoed through my mind. I could feel the fear sit heavy in my chest as I fought my way down the hallway. Doctors and nurses tried to restrain me, numerous pairs of hands holding me back attempting to slow my progress. But I couldn&amp;rsquo;t stop. The moans grew louder, more strained. My heart..</description>
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			<title>Renewing Vows</title>
			<description>Can a man forgive his heartbroken past, to accept his future?</description>
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			<title>Jackson- a short story </title>
			<description>more of a bittersweet story, ah well </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TurtlePen/1378090/</link>
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			<title>Chpt. 1 </title>
			<description>	His hand lay on her waist as he turned her in a lazy circle. The bottom of her dress brushing the polished wood floor as she clung to him, a bright smile gracing her face. Her dress gleamed pearly white in the fading sunlight as they danced together, the gold rings glinting on their fingers. Togeth..</description>
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			<title> Running </title>
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