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		<title>Christina Marie Wiggs | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Christina Marie Wiggs</description>
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			<title>Raw</title>
			<description>Writing thoughts out today.</description>
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			<title>Perfection</title>
			<description>A short writing about perfection and what it really means, or if it even exists at all?</description>
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			<title>Her presence</title>
			<description>I wrote this after discussing Kevin's mother's death, and how she visited him in his dream the other night, the same night this happened, our door locked by itself, and leo cried around 3 a.m. 
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			<title>Collected crumbs</title>
			<description>Endless love and suffering</description>
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			<title>quiet</title>
			<description>Thoughts about those who are steered by introversion.. </description>
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			<title>Page 92</title>
			<description>I'm starting a story... Not sure how it will end. </description>
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			<title>Ghost</title>
			<description>A poem describing how sometimes reliving memories don't give life but leave you vulnerable.</description>
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			<title>Welcome</title>
			<description>Personal experience when getting to truly &quot;Know&quot; someone.
Having felt used by what I have, rather than what I share from within
boggles my brain, but I refuse to fall victim.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cestlavie74/1393358/</link>
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			<title>Driven by </title>
			<description>We are all driven by fear. Love and loss.</description>
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			<title>Porcelain </title>
			<description>I've got a very dark imaginative mind, and love creating pieces that are a little mystifying and spooky. Here's one I've started.. TO BE CONTINUED...</description>
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			<title>Dwindling love</title>
			<description>I genuinely felt disappointed when I wrote this.
I wanted to give up the search for mr. &quot;right&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cestlavie74/1391955/</link>
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			<title>On the road again..</title>
			<description>Just another beginning to a story of adventure,
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			<title>My demons</title>
			<description>I'd like to think everyone battles their own demons,
mine come and go, and when they arrive they inspire
me to write. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cestlavie74/1391895/</link>
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			<title>Flashing Lights</title>
			<description>This is a short personal story that is to be finished when I think of a closing.

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