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			<title>Lessons Learned</title>
			<description>Lessons learned can be hard pills to swallow however I believe a lesson learned is a mistake not wasted.  

800 words</description>
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			<title>Take A Walk</title>
			<description>You may think you know, you have NO idea.</description>
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			<title>Refugees</title>
			<description>Young complicated love between young mixed up teens.</description>
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			<title>My Sergeant</title>
			<description>An excerpt from the first, raw, letter I wrote to my best friend/fiance/soldier after...
Written in June 2006</description>
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			<title>Remember Me</title>
			<description>An ode to my first love.</description>
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			<title>Silly Medic.</title>
			<description>As a former paramedic of ten years, I have a lot of stories to tell.  I hope this one makes you laugh.</description>
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			<title>Anonymous</title>
			<description>He sits, he walksIn a crowdIsolatedTogetherBut aloneIn silenceThat speaks aloudHe isA mysteryAll too familiarA silent manBut more than thatA strangerJust like meAnonymousBut contentFor with thatHe is himAnd I am meSarah ..</description>
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			<title>In Between Worlds</title>
			<description>My worlds collided.</description>
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			<title>Run to You.</title>
			<description>During the Boston Marathon bombings I was on duty as a paramedic in the area yet too far away, from one of my nearest and dearest, who was working in the medical tent at the finish line.</description>
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			<title>Too Young</title>
			<description>As a paramedic, I have countless stories to tell.  I hope you enjoy this one.  </description>
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