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			<title>The Day that &amp;lsquo;We&amp;rsquo; Were Born</title>
			<description>Poetry and Art... Inspired by Van Morrison </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2786848/</link>
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			<title>Art</title>
			<description>A little weekend Imageweaving&amp;hellip; through the magic door for morning tea with a Fox King&amp;hellip; Sharonlee Goodhand ImageweaverPosted on&amp;nbsp;September 5, 2021</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2786759/</link>
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			<title>Thank you Writers Cafe and Friends</title>
			<description>Strange how the human psyche works... something happens - a few days of pain or emotional turmoil, some local drama or global chaos and there's that little voice inside saying &quot;why do we bother? Let's just ignore the world,&amp;nbsp; pick up a book and lose ourselves in someone else's story, or stare at..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2786511/</link>
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			<title>Seeped in Magic</title>
			<description>Poetry and Art Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2786510/</link>
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			<title>What-might-be, Happy-ever-afters and Yet-to-be's</title>
			<description>Thoughts and Art Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver 2021</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2786401/</link>
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			<title>where the llama sleeps</title>
			<description>From my 'book' where the llama sleeps</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2776158/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts scatter ... like dry leaves in an Autumn wind... </title>
			<description>Thoughts scatter... like dry leaves in an Autumn wind...&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip; 60&amp;rsquo;s child growing up in outer-suburbia- shadowswhen children owned the streets and roamed in safety- after-school-care was a an adventure in the nearby swampor vacant lot&amp;hellip; trees our look out towersno thoughts to fal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2775871/</link>
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			<title>Blind Trust </title>
			<description>Tomorrow is about trust.Trusting a stranger who will slice into my eyeand return sight...But tonighttonight is full of nervousness and fear...I've never been good at trusting strangers.*</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2775488/</link>
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			<title>Full-Of-Thought</title>
			<description>...perhaps you&amp;rsquo;ll join me there some time
when yesterday meets tomorrow...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2775390/</link>
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			<title>A Dribble is Half a Drabble</title>
			<description>Posted on&amp;nbsp;May 22, 2021A &amp;ldquo;Dribble&amp;rdquo; is half a &amp;ldquo;Drabble&amp;rdquo;&amp;hellip; and a Drabble is 100 words&amp;hellip; see Wikipedia for full explanation.The &amp;ldquo;dribble&amp;rdquo; (also known as the &amp;ldquo;minisaga,&amp;rdquo; 50 words)The &amp;ldquo;drabble&amp;rdquo; (also known as &amp;ldquo;microfiction,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2775389/</link>
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			<title>Experimental Art </title>
			<description>Not poetry... Creative Madness perhaps to redirect my focus off other ... things&amp;nbsp;**Created by Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver May 2021</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2774311/</link>
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			<title>Briar Rose</title>
			<description>Channelling pain issues through thoughts of sleeping until pain free
But of course, in reality 
That isn't to be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2774290/</link>
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			<title>Existence </title>
			<description>*Pain is a cranky bedfellow can't sleep with pain &amp;hellip; and&amp;nbsp; then again less sleep you getthe more pain ..Sleep became a foreign concept at 3 a.m, bed became a torture - spine began to twinge and burn...No choice... no point... she'd risefrom sleepless sleepinto silent a.m ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2774288/</link>
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			<title>Metaphysical Dantesque</title>
			<description>Experimental Art and Poetry Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2773846/</link>
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			<title>Trapped</title>
			<description>*Trappedin urbanised suburban existencenot suited to the hippie gypsy tree hugging spirit...suffocating in a desert of manicured suburban sterilitydrowning in a sea of rooftops and fences,assaulted by the fumes of a million vehiclesand a trillion garbage bins...Haunted by the echoes of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2773838/</link>
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			<title>Welcome to Fantasme</title>
			<description>Fantasy Prose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2773670/</link>
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			<title>Head High</title>
			<description>Image- self portrait </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2773626/</link>
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			<title>Spell-bound by Paisley Shadows</title>
			<description>Poetry and Art Created by Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2773506/</link>
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			<title>1-May-2021 </title>
			<description>Time is short.Shorter than we realise;&amp;nbsp;Shorter than we expect .&amp;nbsp;Yesterday plans were made...... today I am told I will never see him again.&amp;nbsp;Outside the midday sky is grey&amp;nbsp;hours passed in a numb voidand unrelenting is the rain.&amp;nbsp;Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver&amp;nbsp;1-May-2021**..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2773321/</link>
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			<title> Time's Memories </title>
			<description>Poetic Narrative and Art Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2773143/</link>
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			<title>Experimental Spoken Word</title>
			<description>Posted on&amp;nbsp;April 17, 2021I decided to make a new Spoken word poetry video&amp;hellip; unfortunately the quality of the sound isn&amp;rsquo;t very good, or loud&amp;hellip; so, for anyone who wishes to hear me read a short poem presented with my images, crank up your sound&amp;hellip;I guess I need to speak up n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2772012/</link>
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			<title>Lost in Dreams of Nevermore...</title>
			<description>Something Different...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2771981/</link>
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			<title>The Unnamed Poet </title>
			<description>Swept into intoxicating rhyme
         your
prose
         holds me
      within your
     soft poetic spell&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2771916/</link>
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			<title>Cobwebs in the Cupboard!</title>
			<description>For Einstein and All my Writer Friends 

A secret door in the back of my broom cupboard that leads to a coffee shop the town of every writer friend!
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2771594/</link>
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			<title>True Test of Time</title>
			<description>True Test of TimeFull Moon Magic Art Sharonlee Goodhand ImageweaverTrue Test of TimeThe full moon rose over suburban streetsfaint traces of daylight slowly drainingfrom a shadowed sky&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip; bats swooped above tree silhouettesdarker shades against the night&amp;hellip;Branches echoed with a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2771551/</link>
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			<title>You and I (and the Moon)</title>
			<description>A PANTOUM... I hope..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2771433/</link>
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			<title>Soul-thoughts in free-fall....</title>
			<description>A little poetical, a little prose-like, soul-thoughts in free-fall.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2771229/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts scatter &amp;hellip; </title>
			<description>... like dry leaves in an Autumn wind&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2771073/</link>
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			<title>Serendipity</title>
			<description>A Fantasy Fairy Story... about inclusion and find one's place in the world </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2770825/</link>
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			<title>Infinitely Me</title>
			<description>WONDERING why I can no longer upload images? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2770738/</link>
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			<title>In the Dream of Words</title>
			<description>Image is Sharonlee </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2770181/</link>
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			<title>A Lost Art</title>
			<description>Writing and Art Sharonlee Goodhand </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2770173/</link>
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			<title>I Know Her&amp;hellip;</title>
			<description>Honouring 60 years around the Sun.... words and photos Sharonlee </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2769927/</link>
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			<title> Don't Forget... To Exhale</title>
			<description>Words and Art Sharonlee </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2769923/</link>
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			<title>STILL...</title>
			<description>Still... ... holding things together with daydreams and coffee and finding new beauty in new dawnsStill smiling softly at butterflies passing and dandelions bejewelled on the lawn... Still seeing hope in strangers faces, as much as I still see the despair ... still searching ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2769057/</link>
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			<title>Oceans Flow in Falling Rain</title>
			<description>Funny how watching something seemingly innocent, fun, beautiful... something designed to lift the spirits and raise a smile, can bring your inner truths crashing down around you; And you realise (for the zillionth time) that you will never know that beautiful fun innocent old-aged comfort of d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2768845/</link>
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			<title>When the Echoes Cease To Cry</title>
			<description>Minor edits to improve flow... in case anyone read the original.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2175130/</link>
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			<title>The True Test of Time</title>
			<description> The full moon rose over suburban streetsfaint traces of daylight slowly drainingfrom a shadowed sky&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip; bats swooped above tree silhouettesdarker shades against the night&amp;hellip; Branches echoed with a babbled chorusas parrots squabbled for tree-spaceand one by one..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2175000/</link>
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			<title>UNtitled</title>
			<description>Streamofthoughtslipstreaming. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2173848/</link>
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			<title>High Above Procrastination's Hunting Ground</title>
			<description>... a dreamers dream.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2168640/</link>
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			<title>Days Fall Into Winter </title>
			<description>
- Faint Honey Scents Infuse Liquid Essences</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2168639/</link>
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			<title>Sibyl of the Oracle</title>
			<description>A little fantasy to our take minds off 'things'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2167983/</link>
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			<title>Change </title>
			<description>Time changes, tictoctimes change, ticticand sometimes, timestands still.And when it does memories floodthe corners of her eyes... and she wonders on the empty spaces&amp;nbsp;and all those unsaid goodbyes.*SharonleeGoodhand9.09 pmMarch 29</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2167880/</link>
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			<title>Pseudo </title>
			<description>*It's raining here, just quietlysoft patterings... a heavier baritone drip... drip..........dripI sit&amp;nbsp;a soft silence envelopes me in a moment ofPseudo tranquility ... ... ... butDeep within, where few have cared or dared&amp;nbsp;to venture&amp;nbsp;a part of me holds weeping vigil by a single candle f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2167658/</link>
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			<title> 3 A.M. Epiphany: Uncommon Thoughts</title>
			<description>3 A.M. Epiphany: Uncommon Thoughtsentombed in nights embracewords moved through herimaginings reaching another climaxsecrets whispering in her silences&amp;hellip;- do you remember ...&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; .... the soft honesty of love...?secrets whispering in her silences&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip; life momentscoco..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2110917/</link>
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			<title>War of Angels  </title>
			<description>No Offence intended, towards anyone's personal beliefs. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2110914/</link>
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			<title> a zen-ful form of self - evaluation. ...</title>
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a zen-ful form of self - evaluation. ...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2110514/</link>
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			<title>Plagued </title>
			<description>Poetry and Art</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2016816/</link>
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			<title>Within Moments </title>
			<description>She woke to a cool autumn mornStretched and yawnedFlicked the kettle on...... wandered sleepily to the windowto greet the day;She watched as trickles of sungradually spilled throughthe treeslistening to the birds in morning chorus;It was a lovely day.Sunspeckled, mild, autumnala friday... she had to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2014661/</link>
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			<title>Silly-putty </title>
			<description>Image-SharonleeGoodhand&amp;nbsp;Silly-putty  Time has an odd way of stretching  like silly-putty... and and returning to something  roughly resembling  its original shape... but NOT know what I mean?*** Hello, she breathed into the silence...  Can you hear me, She softly whispers.... Do you r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sharonlee/2013041/</link>
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