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			<title>Unease</title>
			<description>Begging for inspiration around every turnJust craving a spark to open the gateAs the pulsing weight of these words burn Constantly seeming to emerge too late&amp;nbsp;This unease creates an unmovable pressureGnawing sickening vibration beneath the surfaceWondering what it would cost to f..</description>
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			<title>Singular Moment</title>
			<description>She stared straight ahead, tryingto keep hold of her brazen confidence she somehow managed to muster when theywere back at the bar. The elevator took an agonizing long time to get to hisfloor. She didn&amp;rsquo;t want to look over at him out of fear he might see that shewas a bit scared. Going ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1402701/</link>
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			<title>Texas Heat</title>
			<description>Miniscule glimmers of light peak through the blindsAlerting you that Helios has dawned his chariot on another dayMaybe all those unfinished files won&amp;rsquo;t mindAs you bury your face tempted to stay&amp;nbsp;You jerk the comforter to your chin savoring the cool air in final protestA frigi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1402644/</link>
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			<title>Underneath</title>
			<description>There is awar It escalatesDecayingthreads Weave throughour existence &amp;nbsp;Taking holdin the underbelly In the deepestdepths of our heartsIs where wehave disconnectedSeparatedfrom reality&amp;nbsp;Humanityblankets usYet never havewe been ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1401844/</link>
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			<title>Pursuit</title>
			<description>We searchfor connectionThinking itcan be found in the networksInvadingour every waking hourBegging foraffectionDeep downall we know is that it hurtsAs we strainto speak louder Fearing wewill never know that sensationInsistentand overtIn our constan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1401368/</link>
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			<title>Blank</title>
			<description>I sitStaticTrying to generatewordsTo provide expressionfrom this endless pit Deep in mymind Whirls amanifestation Unborn as Igrasp for whatWill not be realized </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1401352/</link>
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			<title>Say it</title>
			<description>Tell meWhat wouldyou like me to tell?Don&amp;rsquo;t makeme pleaYou want toknow that I fellI want toknow that it wasn&amp;rsquo;t just me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1401340/</link>
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			<title>The beginning of something maybe</title>
			<description>I asked him once if it bothered him that she still loved him after all these years.His response was &amp;ldquo;I was willing to share her when he was still alive, I don&amp;rsquo;t mind sharing her still. We&amp;rsquo;ve been together for fifty years. I know how she feels about me and I know how she felt about ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1400476/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 continued</title>
			<description>The next morning Delilah slept late and then spent theafternoon unpacking her clothes. The following day she received a call fromAnna. They spoke for several minutes about her trip, how the girls were doingand how the house was shaping up. They agreed to meet the following evening fordin..</description>
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			<title>Part of Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Delilah waited by the exit of thetrain station as Jim loaded their luggage into the car. She shifted Magnolia&amp;rsquo;sweight on her hip. The child was fast asleep and getting heavy. Nola-Mae couldhardly stand on ..</description>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
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			<title>Us</title>
			<description>Parting was my sweetest of  memoriesNot leaving sooner was my regretThe saddest part of my storyWishing that I could only forgetThis baggage I continue to carryBut still thankful that I left</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1393624/</link>
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			<title>We Were Ten</title>
			<description>Same direction we walkedWe didn't so much as talkArrived at my street Stopping for I know not whatA shy peck on my cheekGave me quite a surpriseYour scurrying feet Quick to run awayAnd still we did not speak</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1393353/</link>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>Nothing but darkness in these hallsHeart pounding as the time ticksAs I trace these wallsChased by dark menacing laughterDown this endless pitFollows me as I staggerYour voice calls out to meSearching in this emptiness Unable to fleeAway to the safety of your arms If eyes could only seeMy breath lab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1393265/</link>
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			<title>Days of the Week</title>
			<description>Writing Prompt- Describe each day of the week as if it was a person.</description>
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			<title>A piece of Silver Strand</title>
			<description>Writing Prompt- Write about a character wearing an outfit made of flowers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1393030/</link>
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			<title>Pencil's Obsession with Paper</title>
			<description>I wake up each morning with a burst of desperation&amp;#2013266048;&quot;&amp;#2013266048;&quot;&amp;#2013266048;&quot; to see you. Oh how the thought of catching a glance of your feathery pages fills me with joy. The hope that I might be chosen to touch you, glide across your smooth fibers makes me excited with each new day...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1393029/</link>
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			<title>A Gift</title>
			<description>For the man my heart has yet to knowI would strip down bareTo let him see what lies belowPiece by piece I could peel back a layerTill he could see beyond my ragged bonesHe would gaze upon me with great careHonored by what he was shown</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattie83/1393028/</link>
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			<title>Silver Strand</title>
			<description>This is a work in progress</description>
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