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			<title>Here and There</title>
			<description>A small sketch inspired by an adrenaline-full bike ride, one of the very first. </description>
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			<title>Sweat</title>
			<description>The smell ofsweat wakes me up in the morning. Her sweat, not mine. She left me, or I lefther&amp;hellip; I do not remember. All I have left from her is the smell of her sweat. Andnow it is forever mine!&amp;nbsp;A poignantsmell of filth and guilt than goes through my mind and all my senses. ..</description>
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