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		<description>The original writings of author David Watson Brown</description>
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			<title>Hulagirl</title>
			<description>A psychological mystery</description>
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			<title>Natural Pearl</title>
			<description>A story of a traditional Korean family and their internal and external collision with fate</description>
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			<title>Finding Father</title>
			<description>George couldn't remember when he'd lost his father. Not in the mortal, physical sense of lost, as his father wasstill very much alive, sitting directly across the hospital room from him. No,George had lost his father at some point in the context of what he felt afather was supposed to be. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/2055867/</link>
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			<title>Powers of observation</title>
			<description>Chapter 1: Observant9:15am, February 18, 2018. Coquitlam Superstore parking lot.The voice jarred Richard from his morning numbness. A tall, middle aged man, Richard's daily routine involved a morning coffee at Tim Horton's followed by a quick shopping run at Superstore. This morning, the coffee hadn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/2055140/</link>
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			<title>Damaged goods</title>
			<description>Prologue: the crucibleThe trees were what he remembered most clearly. The parking lot of the church had a stand of massive fir trees that gave it a strange, almost alien gravity. A darkness even. Each time they drove towards it, he would see the tops of the trees from blocks away and that familiar s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/2055137/</link>
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			<title>Soul's search engine</title>
			<description>The shaking starts as I think of our past together, as the mentalmachinery shudders into action, an organic search engine that chewsthrough the years looking for clues, as my heart shudders in rhythm I choke on these very words, as they run from my heart onto the page,my tears, the salty l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1457577/</link>
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			<title>Tonsurephobia</title>
			<description>Getting my beard trimmed at the barber's one day and....stuff happens</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1457575/</link>
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			<title>The protectors</title>
			<description>Musings after seeing a picture of a waitress packing a Glock while serving customers in a restaurant in Colorado. What could go possibly go wrong with that?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1456557/</link>
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			<title>A prayer answered</title>
			<description>Gratitude</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1456481/</link>
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			<title>Journey's end</title>
			<description>I've always had a goal that other's have thought strange; to live to be 100. People always say 'but, what about quality of life?' So, I suppose, in a way, this is my response to that....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1456071/</link>
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			<title>Compulsive engagement</title>
			<description>The baby criesA shuddering, screeching, howling forcethat grabs her Mother by the throat,shaking her like a ragdoll,coughing, spluttering, spewing spit and tears flying from her face The cries were every other day at first,then every day,now every houror lessShe knows n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1455289/</link>
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			<title>My friend</title>
			<description>I love you, my friend&amp;nbsp;for your kind, warm heart,for the songs you sing and the smiles you bring &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love you, my friend&amp;nbsp;for your compassionate soul,for the shoulder you've lent and the ear I've bentI love you, my friend&amp;nbsp;for your belief in me,for the tender touch, that you've..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1455286/</link>
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			<title>The vessel</title>
			<description>The glass becomes like an extension of her armClenched firmly at the stem, it seems to lead her every gestureLike the cargo of a vessel on a stormy sea, its contents follow it in rhythmQuickly, the contents are emptied, refilled and emptied againBut there is no satisfaction; no relief, no ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454883/</link>
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			<title>Justice</title>
			<description>You have no rightsYou must remain silentEverything you think and feelwill be held against youin a court with Laws,but no JusticeYou may not speak to an Attorney,nor may you seek counselWhen you are found guiltyby a jury without peerYou will be sentenced to be unloved and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454877/</link>
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			<title>Old heart</title>
			<description>Most times,old heart,you're like a sultry walking blues;48 beats per minuteof Muddy or John Leeshuffling a twelve bar,never out of rhythm,classic, lazy,drowsy old man's beatboom,boomboom, boom boom, boomboom, boom Old heart, your beat's sometimes likea vicio..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454545/</link>
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			<title>Emptiness</title>
			<description>The void beckonsand emptiness, awaitsWhere what isn't,is greater thanwhat wasWhere what is, becomes in part,what's notAnd what was,becomes a voidthat's not thereA vacant spotat the table,a chair, empty</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454544/</link>
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			<title>Liquid lover</title>
			<description>He comes to you and takes your breath  in a way that I can never imagine He drowns you in his love, making you helpless for more, always moreHe touches places in you, never touched by my voice, my hands,my tongue, my manhood, my mind, my heart He takes you when we're in the sam..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454485/</link>
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			<title>Punishment</title>
			<description>Your anger is like the sinewy armthat cracks the bullwhipof your words,tearing deep strips from the soft fleshof my heart.You can't hearme crying,can you?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454483/</link>
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			<title>The deceiver</title>
			<description>He reaches out and&amp;nbsp;grasps your hand&amp;nbsp;as only a true friend can,he pulls you close,&amp;nbsp;to calm your fearsand then,a whisper in your ear&amp;nbsp;My friend, he breathes,I'll keep your cold hand warm,trust me friend andI'll keep you safe from harmif you will listen just to me,&amp;nbsp;and only me,&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454411/</link>
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			<title>Aura</title>
			<description>My face flushes and tingles as I near your presence, encountering thatunnameable feeling, giving off a palpable buzz of joy, an almost electric field that causes the hairs on my arms to stiffen like soldiers coming to attention.My muscles tense in anticipation, like a boxer about to take a liver sho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454406/</link>
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			<title>How many leaves?</title>
			<description>In honor of Whitman's famous book</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454405/</link>
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			<title>Diminishing man</title>
			<description>The joys of ageing from a man's perspective</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454404/</link>
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			<title>Harry's road</title>
			<description>A story of courage, redemption and small miracles. The main part of the story takes place around 1960 in Eastern Canada. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1454006/</link>
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			<title>Modern love</title>
			<description>Ponderings on the difficulty of declining an invitation to connect online</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dwatsonbrown/1453954/</link>
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