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		<title>Jake Vincent Belmont | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Jake Vincent Belmont</description>
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			<title>Chapter III: The Grasslands</title>
			<description>NoJo clung to his mother as they ventured to the group of females preparing to make the journey to the grasslands; a frequent mission required of them alone, involving the accumulation of precious stones, fresh bedding, and territorial reconnaissance of anything suspicious or potentially harmful to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/841117/</link>
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			<title>Chapter II: The Safety of the Canopy</title>
			<description>Falling in pace with the thick rain drops, NoJo held his breath as he careened toward a young death, hearing suddenly a humming reverberation through the swooping winds.&amp;nbsp; NoKo? he thought for a grim instant, fearing for both of them.&amp;nbsp; But, rather, the hum morphed into a guttural shriek fol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/838638/</link>
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			<title>Chapter I: The Life of NoJo</title>
			<description>The inquisitive young hominid that he is, for hours NoJo could dangle from the jungle vines and observe the myriad insects orchestrating their intriguing lives upon the lush, tropical forest floors.&amp;nbsp; But to say that NoJo is simply inquisitive, is to say that life is merely a one-act play on a t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/835560/</link>
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			<title>The Birth of Art</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The inquisitive young hominid that he is, for hours NoJo could dangle from the jungle vines and observe the myriad insects orchestrating their intriguing lives upon the lush, tropical forest floors.&amp;nbsp; But to say that NoJo is simply inquisitive, is to say that life is merely a one-act pla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/834488/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 20</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/737470/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 19</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/737469/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 18</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/737467/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 17</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/737465/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 16</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/736659/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 15</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/736658/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 14</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/736655/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 13</title>
			<description>****</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/734666/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 12</title>
			<description>****</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/734660/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 11</title>
			<description>****</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/734653/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 10</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/734649/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 9</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Danny stepped from the cage and walked cautiously out of the garage and looked around the perimeter of the property.&amp;nbsp; The glowing evening sun was below the tips of the trees along the mountainous backdrop behind the cabin, giving the illusion of the isolated, prison-bar-shadowed-land to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/733933/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 8</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;With his sweat-drenched back to the world outside of the dark, incubatory garage--the line of sun like a fuse, slowly creeping closer along the dusty, concrete floor--Danny sat dazedly against the cage and sleepily combed his small fingers through the elderly dog&amp;rsquo;s soft and stringy fur..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/733930/</link>
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			<title>Dusty  pt 7</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/733494/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The auburn autumnal moon hung languidly in the sky above Danny&amp;rsquo;s father like the closing portal door to the dimension of peace and normalcy in which he passionately yearned to return.&amp;nbsp; The first half of his plan had been, sickeningly, effective, and now it was much too late to bac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/732998/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 5</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/731779/</link>
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			<title>Dusty  pt 4</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/731777/</link>
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			<title>Dusty  pt 3</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/731772/</link>
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			<title>Dusty pt 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Early-winter wind coils rolled-in with the burgeoning, mauve nimbus clouds collectively bibbing the setting, blood hazel sun over a mountainous, coniferous landscape; the brisk airstreams stirred heavy, black velour portieres of four cardinally-directed entries to a remote, iron atri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/730493/</link>
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			<title>Dusty: An American Story  pt 1</title>
			<description>A small, midwest family reaches the dual crossroads of death and survival, battling demons from the past, present, and future...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakesneak2324/730488/</link>
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