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			<title>Avila Beach</title>
			<description>&quot;Avila Beach&quot;&amp;nbsp;	Heating the sand on Avila beach the sun&amp;rsquo;s rays affectionatelyoozed down across the shoreline. The sand loosened and embraced the relief of morning.&amp;nbsp;	Night had been almost unbearable with how relentless the frigid ocean&amp;rsquo;sflagrant rendezvous with the mo..</description>
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			<title>Silence is a Great Healer</title>
			<description>&quot;Silence Is a Great Healer&quot;&amp;nbsp;Knotted and tight her chest throbbed in pain.&amp;nbsp;The muscles inher face were so worn it hurt to even just lay there. Her eyes were swollen andraw. Existence was swollen and raw. An overpowering sense of being helplesslaid down on her. There was no end..</description>
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			<title>The Easiest Decision</title>
			<description>&quot;The Easiest Decision&quot;&amp;nbsp;The world ceased to be in that moment.&amp;nbsp;She stared down ather closed hand resting against her stomach and lap. Her eyelashes danced gentlyup and down as her eyes traced the dry subtle web of wrinkles covering herknuckles. She looked without really seeing..</description>
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