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			<title>Lucky Reef - Chapter 2</title>
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			<title>Lucky Reef - Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I had no plan for this, I just started writing for the heck of it. I might keep it going if it gets interesting.</description>
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			<title>A Stranger</title>
			<description>I have attempted to capture that memory of a moment that I have never forgotten. It was at a local train station, around six. As I walked past the ticket booth, there it was, that window...</description>
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			<title>My Humble Pie</title>
			<description>The emptiness of today is enshrined in a misplaced love from yesterday.As a broken line, an invisible force that once bound us has severed.No longer are we. Together we are not. Us, we are no more.Why is that so surprising? We would Yin and Yang over a truth. We would pick and pick at a lie until it..</description>
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