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			<title>A New Dimension</title>
			<description>A story in the making... </description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>On a really dark day.... oh my...</description>
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			<title>The Tunnel</title>
			<description>The TunnelMany live their life looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.Maybe we all do.As we pass through this structure, we see images in the stone that represent the many scenes portrayed in the Acts of our lives.Do we pass through the same tunnel as those before us and those to come?Yes.....</description>
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			<title>Malaise</title>
			<description>MalaiseLove is a malady that infects my soul.Like a cancer it moves through my blood.Once the physical element is removed like a tumor, the scar sometimes disappears.All too often, it remains as a reminder of the pain endured.</description>
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			<title>The Artist's Lament</title>
			<description>In my darker days...</description>
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			<title>The Pianist</title>
			<description>The PianistA flair comes forth from dexterous digits.The sounds waft in the still air.A grin of determination erupts as the music swells to envelope the Hall.As time wears on, beads of form on the brow.A fury is released.The artist subsides as the echoes resound.</description>
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			<title>Unrequited</title>
			<description>Unrequited&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She doesn&amp;rsquo;t give herself enough credit&amp;nbsp; She is worthy of so much more in lifeShe hides her beauty and her talents.What could be the fear?&amp;nbsp;Perhaps someone could love her again As should be&amp;hellip;..</description>
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