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			<title>Right side up</title>
			<description>Flash-fiction of 46 words</description>
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			<title>Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte</title>
			<description>Sun stretches over the parkBounces off the riverUpwards into the treesWhere the leaves absorb the heat.&amp;nbsp;The trees&amp;rsquo; hallow holes&amp;nbsp;Send beams of incandescentlightOnto the frail white hatsThat adorn the heads of children&amp;nbsp;Women dress modestly..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilannbwman/1481156/</link>
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			<title>The smell of gas</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m 5&amp;rsquo;4, 100 pounds, and blonde,Otherwise the epitome of vulnerable.But there&amp;rsquo;s something aboutasking for 20 on pump 2that makes me feel unsusceptibleto harm.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I struggle to get thegas cap unsealed,I reject the random faces thatoffer th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilannbwman/1476275/</link>
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			<title>Lyric Poem</title>
			<description>This is awful, but whatever.</description>
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