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			<title>And So it Was</title>
			<description>Riley shuffled into the class room with a slight limp, his leg still hadn't had time to fully heal. But he could always blame it on a long boarding accident, he'd gotten so good at lying that sometimes he believed them himself.A few of his classmates were genuinely surprised to see him, it was so ra..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1685779/</link>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>Just a short story, very short</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1676665/</link>
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			<title>Colourless</title>
			<description>Like petals of a rose so whiteWhispers, the early morning streaks of lightPuffs of clouding breath on crisp winter's air,Season of silver, daring colour to flareCheeks rosy, red with coldThis the only colour to be so bold.Winter, beautiful, reluctantly so.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1672738/</link>
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			<title>Life be Damned </title>
			<description>Chapter 1</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1561683/</link>
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			<title>Cold</title>
			<description>White and blueThe song of warmth long overdueNo green to be seen hereAll of it covered by winter's jeerCome close to the fire, warm your handsWish fervently that spring and summer return to the land</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1507820/</link>
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			<title>Alas</title>
			<description>Alas, alasToday she is fragile, akin to delicate glassHer fire of yesterday passed, Today, weak and wearyLook away unless you choose to see her clearlyAlas, alasMy poor tired lass</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1506633/</link>
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			<title>A whisper of silk</title>
			<description>Wrote this some time ago</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1506601/</link>
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			<title>Slow Decent</title>
			<description>Short prologue </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChelseaW/1506597/</link>
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			<title>The Devil's Dimensions </title>
			<description>Riley has been dealt a s**t hand his entire life, but one day that'll all change. Maybe for the better and perhaps for the absolute worst</description>
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