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			<description>Biocilium When it comes to change of hair, we have all been humiliated of unbendingly peering in the mirror on a standard begin to see, on the off chance that we have rolled out any movement as of lat</description>
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			<title>Her urban tundra. </title>
			<description>At a minute past midnight,Gage disappeared briskly into the concealed realm of the underpass, where everycrevice in the graffiti splashed walls remained an echo of municipal poverty.&amp;nbsp; Onward she went with her Ash boots crushing oncethirst quenching Subway cups that coincided with the ..</description>
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			<title>Autumn Allure.</title>
			<description>This is a small extract from a short story I wrote for my Sixth Form newspaper last year. As we prepare to leave summer and move into Autumn, I thought it would appropriate. </description>
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			<title>Belle r&amp;ecirc;veur </title>
			<description>This is a piece that I wrote as part of the imagination, losing yourself in the environment around you and the beauty of dreaming. </description>
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			<title>Summer's demise. </title>
			<description>As each day crosses off in our calenders, we fight to salvage the last scraps of sunshine before winter slowly creeps in, awaiting summer's demise and moving into our breathless lungs. The Dog Days are soon over and the mason jars once brimming with sweet iced tea at summer soirees merely sit upon s..</description>
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			<title>The Floribunda roses. </title>
			<description>The perfume of the Floribunda roses takes me back in time to a transitory evocation of the long summers behind me. I halt by the flower bush and take in their omnipresence, the vast beauty of their apricot hues. How proud they seem to catch one's eye and to distract from the throngs of a&amp;nbsp;Monday..</description>
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