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			<title>Waking Up</title>
			<description>Unplugging from the matrix</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1589707/</link>
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			<title>Left and Right, Lost in Translation </title>
			<description>Perspective interaction between Right and Left Brained people</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1521220/</link>
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			<title>Outline: &quot;Anatomy of the Soul&quot;</title>
			<description>Anatomy of the Soul: Outline
&quot;The Material world, though meant to be the playground of the Self and the Soul,

In this Space-Time dimension, vies for our attention, our awareness, our very Soul.

Our </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1497258/</link>
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			<title>Anatomy of the Soul</title>
			<description>An exploration into the depths of what it means to be human.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1496339/</link>
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			<title>Babeling</title>
			<description>My head brimming with facts and dataI may recite on cue, It profits me not to See a shade or hue.Though storage and speed be as a computer, none so far make me a worthy suitor.A polyglot I, though I speak a single tongue, a piece of the treasure so joyfully won.Truly a babe attem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1493892/</link>
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			<title>Aloft</title>
			<description>Some high, some low, some loud, some not, my guides above me, just aloft.As a naive a trial, an inch a mile, still drawn to her, my stunner does pull me, though rarely soft.Each blink clearer, my gate the lighter, my ebbs tax less, now I Know, no need to guess.My guile ever quickening, my ai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1493531/</link>
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			<title>My Road, My Armor</title>
			<description>For better, for worse, mine is a road less traveled.  My path, so treacherous!, Many arrows do cross it's lanes.  When aware, my road, so beautiful!, Cobbled with diamonds and gold.  Then, fletchings dim the sky, and I, attend to their number.What once sparkled, are as thorns and I m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1493063/</link>
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			<title>Surviving</title>
			<description>When I was young I looked up to people.  At first it was those who had authority over me like my parents, teachers, aunts and uncles and the like.  When I got involved in sports my hero's were Larry Czonka, the running back for the world champion Miami Dolphins, and Mark Spitz, the Olympic swimming ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492676/</link>
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			<title>Education ain't all that!</title>
			<description>Why is it a literally a nearly forgone conclusion that when but a mere popper proffers the sage advice that Education is the key to success, or at the very least the gateway to opportunity, that not a soul in the room raises their hand in opposition for fear of embarrassing themselves. It seems to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492672/</link>
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			<title>How I got here</title>
			<description>From birth to age 29 was a blur to me, though I remember it all with crystal clarity.  Mine is the quintessential creation of a high functioning, over achieving Human Doing!  In this day and culture, if you fit the mold...and you drink the Cool Aid....and you fool yourself into a false awarene..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492671/</link>
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			<title>My Matrix</title>
			<description>Your choice, the red or the blue pill.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492668/</link>
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			<title>Weak Spirits</title>
			<description>Some edify us, some don't </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492606/</link>
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			<title>My Trail</title>
			<description>We all must journey alone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492604/</link>
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			<title>Perpetual Wonder</title>
			<description>Some always wonder</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492603/</link>
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			<title>Outside In</title>
			<description>Finding yourself again</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492601/</link>
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			<title>My Self!</title>
			<description>My view, my self!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492600/</link>
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			<title>Why Poetry?, Why Art?</title>
			<description>If free, we'll be free</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492595/</link>
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			<title>Our Song</title>
			<description>We all have a song to sing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Drtism/1492592/</link>
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