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		<description>The original writings of author Maddy Stillman</description>
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			<title>Embers</title>
			<description>birthed in light and smokeardent and young to takea first glance at the worldwith eyes flickering across horizons;bouncing from cloud to crown&amp;#2013266048;&quot;what roaring beauty to behold.not yet tainted by fuel and firethey cling to hopedarting in orange flickersto make their escapefrom innocent gaps..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1609372/</link>
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			<title>The Might of Ink</title>
			<description>I like when words fit together like a puzzle.&amp;nbsp; There could be a thousand words that make sense in&amp;nbsp;a sentence, but only one fits -- one single word glides effortlessly into place -- and you always know it's the one&amp;nbsp;as soon as&amp;nbsp;it pops into your head.&amp;nbsp; Some of the words fall ou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1609369/</link>
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			<title>The Dark is Brighter</title>
			<description>I knew no person who was fond of my habit of staying awake pastthe ordinary time of rest.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn&amp;rsquo;teven call it a habit aside from its cyclical occurrence.&amp;nbsp; It was nothing, despite the protests of thosewho claimed to care, that I hoped to discontinue, nor did it ensue wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1552291/</link>
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			<title>To Feel</title>
			<description>They say it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.  This short account tells otherwise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1548043/</link>
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			<title>Her Heart</title>
			<description>She's quiet but she has a lot more to offer than what meets the eye.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1514054/</link>
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			<title>Human Nature</title>
			<description>if only my sentimentsdidn't stain me with lunacyreducing my fidelityto unkempt desires.if only pursuitdevoid of continencebeckoned devotionand not desperation.if only your effortscould apprise themselves --shed through the filterdraped over your lips.if only being humanwas conventional.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1513495/</link>
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			<title>Mountaintops</title>
			<description>Pursuing happiness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1512932/</link>
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			<title>The Worth of Sense</title>
			<description>It's funny how you don't realize how alone you are until someone new enters your life and then abruptly vanishes -- that is when you recognize what you have been missing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1512928/</link>
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			<title>Round One</title>
			<description>when something brittle plays the gametheir scars become opponentsthreatening to cut the gauzewhere precious skin was broken.when something used takes their turnhow but they feel a wastestripped clean of their identitywith nothing left to take.when something havened rolls the dieinept to discern numb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1509714/</link>
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			<title>Detained</title>
			<description>I feel limited in action and emotion by outside sources.  Nothing I could say or do would loosen the chains.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1509375/</link>
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			<title>Reverie</title>
			<description>A lot of my time is spent on dreams.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1509294/</link>
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			<title>Clutter</title>
			<description>I don't talk a lot.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1508960/</link>
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			<title>Morning Solitude</title>
			<description>I wrote this after waking up at 6am.  I was inspired by the period of time between day and night, when the sunlight isn't yellow but white, and has not yet reached its full capacity.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tickledwords/1508959/</link>
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