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			<title>In Their Jungle Home</title>
			<description>Heart to heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nadia-Volodina/679969/</link>
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			<title>Take It All In Part II</title>
			<description>Outside rain was lazily falling;water carefully collided with the outside of the window, enough to be heard butnot hard to be disturbing. With many sounds to its disposal the rain wassinging a peaceful lullaby. Laurence&amp;rsquo;s eyes were closing but he wasn&amp;rsquo;t ready todrift off to sleep..</description>
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			<title>It was spring time</title>
			<description>Promiscuity of spring
At the time of reawakening we tell ourselves that with spring we'll do many things so differently, have fun as all back alive. </description>
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			<title>Train Journey South</title>
			<description>To lose yourself and to find something else in darkness....</description>
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			<title>Take it all in</title>
			<description>What happens sometimes when you walk into darkness. </description>
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			<title>Dust</title>
			<description>The heat was not yet unbearable but it was keeping sleep atbay, ahead lay one restless night. They lay under a thin sheet; the light inthe room was coming from a single dimmed lamp, not harsh enough to sting theireyes. Fresh, slightly cool air was coming through the open window and made itse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nadia-Volodina/591659/</link>
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			<title>A Broken Poet</title>
			<description>A broken heart can do no harm to a poet&amp;rsquo;s handSo far away it&amp;rsquo;s from his burning mindRemoved from all of that he&amp;rsquo;s feeling He weeps at a single reminder of the one who isn&amp;rsquo;t hereAnd with a pen dipped in his tears He writes away, uncaring of the clock, unmin..</description>
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