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			<title>I Am</title>
			<description>&quot;I am,&quot; I start.&amp;nbsp;But I am no longer.I am not who I was, I am not who I want to be.I am not where I should be.&amp;nbsp;I am not me.&amp;nbsp;&quot;I am,&quot; I start.But I am no longer.I am not going or staying, nor am I running or racing.I am not you, I am not her.&amp;nbsp;I am not me.&quot;I am,&quot; ..</description>
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			<title>An Exerpt</title>
			<description>I was sitting, if you could even call it that, on the couch in the living room. The room quietly buzzed around me, a fluid picture of muted life, which seemed ironic to me. They were living noiselessly at this moment after my grandfather's death when they should have been making every moment louder ..</description>
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			<title>About My Grandpa</title>
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			<title>Seasons</title>
			<description>And snow waits for frost's first winds, its icy gusts. It falls upon the frozen ground, and waits then too, for the children and adults to see its purity and smile.And it basks in the warmth that comes from the cold, the sledding, the rolling, the creating, the hot chocolate after.Frost enjoys t..</description>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>and it was still, quiet as a breath intaken, sharp like the glass fragments from the shattered window scattered haphazardly across the floor, tensional,charged, apprehensive like the feeling that something bad is going to happen and&amp;nbsp;and broken, the window, the silence, all of it. broken..</description>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>A short story about a girl and her metaphoric journey inside herself after a heartbreak. </description>
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