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			<title>Beyond the golden brush</title>
			<description>Home, Sanctuary, Refuge.Refuge.Twice-dozen paces from a hedge wall, blooming golden on a warm day, rustling softly as the wind blows through the leaves.Another length, the same, from a sheer cliff face overlooking a placid lake. A small fisherman&amp;rsquo;s boat in the distance waves to me with its bri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kalimada/604573/</link>
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			<title>Cordoba</title>
			<description>Hello brave men, your shields radiantWe see you march, a force fearsome to all.And we are but scum, a scourge on the land.Rabble and rogue, deceitful and vile.Our chapels, our altars, are covered in blood.Domed spire topped with a skull.Corpses of innocent babes impaled on each fence.S..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kalimada/592041/</link>
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			<title>Une S&amp;eacute;pulture de la Mer</title>
			<description>Standing on the edge of a forgotten dreamTurbulent sea spread out before meuntold wonders there.Should I fall and risk it all to sate my desires?Is it worth forfeiting opportunity?I go onInto the wavescovered in algae blue and green.To reach for these forgotten ruins,the unspoken d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kalimada/591085/</link>
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			<title>To look back is the greatest crime.</title>
			<description>Shadowed path,Broken stones,Crumbling beneath my feet.A road to Hopefrom the darkest of places. The darkest of times.The Death of my lover.Fair face, I will never see again.Locks of ebony, now ashen.Skin stretched upon the framework of their body. A face amongst the blackened..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kalimada/585478/</link>
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			<title>From the Memoirs of a Vengeful Lover</title>
			<description>All starts with a whispered word,a promise of love, an oath broken.How could one respond to suchinsult upon their soul?Perhaps as I, turn to wretched madness.It did not seem so mad the moment.Passion, fury. The difference is minimal.The satisfaction of releasefeels just as sublime...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kalimada/585476/</link>
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			<title>Land Lost</title>
			<description>Remnants of an ancient land,Deep within the earth.Now covered black with pitch-dark tar.Never to be released from these confines.Chained beneath the weight of ignorance.Heedless of any consequence,Toxins spew forth andquicken the death of all that dwells in once pure water.Clouds o..</description>
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