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			<title>Kaiser</title>
			<description>I'm stuck in this cabin that lies in the woods.It has no windows or doors.I have no visitors or company.All I have are the thoughts of inner me.&quot;Cut out a hole for you to crawl through.&quot;&quot;No!&quot;, I yell. &quot;I have nowhere to go to.&quot;I may hear birds sing, or an occasional coyote howl,But I..</description>
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			<title>The Clocks Never Stop</title>
			<description>Every human has a clock inside their chest that ticks every second, every day.Our lives rely on time, and is even dictated by the numbers or lines dotted along its side.We do most of our activities in the day, and leave the night for sleep. We waste time constantly.Doing absolutely nothing, but some..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuatteur/1479814/</link>
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			<title>Rust In The Grove </title>
			<description>I have an odd obsession with rusted things. It's beautiful, really. You can't really imagine the things you have becoming rotting relics from the past. It's just a fact of life. Nothing lasts forever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuatteur/1479409/</link>
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			<title>{Unfinished}</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I ended up in a briar bush near the highway. I could hear cars roaring past me, but I couldn't see anything besides small, pointy plant daggers stuck in my arm, and face. I tried to crawl out, but&amp;nbsp; the briars just wouldn't let go. The pain was overtaking me, and the briars were just..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuatteur/1478112/</link>
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			<title>Oh, How Times Change</title>
			<description>Oh, how times change.The land dimmed down to a dark shade of green.The sun turned the sky purple, with its light only peeking out with a gleam. The man sat down in an old wooden chairWhere his father once sat in many years earlier.Oh, how times change.He thought about the times they've shared,And he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuatteur/1478095/</link>
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			<title>Doubting Restrictions</title>
			<description>A ten word story. </description>
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