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			<title>Twelfth Hour</title>
			<description>I stared blanklyat the empty page, candle flame flicking about, quill in paw. I was completelystumped. I just couldn&amp;rsquo;t think of anything to write about. Sighing, I droppedmy pen onto the desk and sat back. This was stressing me out; I was in awriting mood but my mind just couldn&amp;rs..</description>
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			<title>Winter Snow</title>
			<description>Iwatched as snow began to poor down, little soft white crystals broke and meltedwhen they hit the car's front window. I always lovedwinter. It left the world cast in white wonder, preserving the world around usin perfection. It was all so beautiful. I folded my paws on my lap and con..</description>
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