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		<description>The original writings of author Huw </description>
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			<title>and once more disappoint.</title>
			<description>The woman told me&amp;nbsp;she was scared of being happybecause when it endedand it always didthe disappointment far outweighedany semblance of joythat the happiness had promised.She avoided happinessfor she knew the path of disappointmentand where it would lead her.She longed for and found emotional ob..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2464473/</link>
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			<title>Strangers to peace.</title>
			<description>Having been a life long drunka stranger to dignityof no reputationA man whose childrencould not and would notask him for guidance.He believed people&amp;nbsp;were laughing with himwhen in fact they laughed at himEncouraged by female laughterhis stupidity increased by volumeas well as content.Among men h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2463794/</link>
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			<title>overflow</title>
			<description>Hope is highlife is a joyous pleasurecontentment rulesgratefulness&amp;nbsp;and exceeding abundancecause my cupto satisfyand then overflow.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2163516/</link>
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			<title>...echoed in the darkness. </title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2111964/</link>
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			<title>...calling out his name...</title>
			<description>The young man's obituarywas a pack of liesconcocted by guilty parentsthe flattering posts by so-called friendswere insincere&amp;nbsp;The dead and gone cannot rest in peacebecause he didn&amp;rsquo;t live in peaceIf he&amp;rsquo;d known peace he&amp;rsquo;d still be hereand the king of terrors would nothave come ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2111962/</link>
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			<title>...material delights.</title>
			<description>In my late teens&amp;nbsp;I would often covetand not be ableto afford the objectof my covetousness.Now that I can affordI have no longings&amp;nbsp;for those material delights.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2111409/</link>
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			<title>...or a backward glance.</title>
			<description>It's a truly wonderful feelingto reach an age where one&amp;nbsp;has confidence enough&amp;nbsp;to not care what people thinknor say, or threaten to do or not do.Being so well grounded as to smilewhen being called an idiotto chuckle at being called a foolto shake dust from the sandalsand move on without a c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2111396/</link>
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			<title>There is no loneliness. </title>
			<description>There is no loneliness.&amp;nbsp;There is only the complaints&amp;nbsp;and murmurs of a discontented soul.&amp;nbsp;That plants a seed within itself&amp;nbsp;that perpetuates the condition.&amp;nbsp;Feeling sorry for oneself&amp;nbsp;accelerates the action&amp;nbsp;in the poison of discontentment.&amp;#65279;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2111161/</link>
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			<title>...half empty lives.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}If he doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean itthen he won&amp;rsquo;t say ithe doesn&amp;rsquo;t speak to fill&amp;nbsp;the loneliness found in silencehe'd rather enjoy the peacehe&amp;rsquo;d rather others enjoyedbut th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2110861/</link>
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			<title>...when nobody can see.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}The man who can recall&amp;nbsp;where he comes from,&amp;nbsp;knows where he is,&amp;nbsp;why he is&amp;nbsp;and understands&amp;nbsp;where he is going&amp;nbsp;is a man of quiet confidence.&amp;nbsp;He finds ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2110681/</link>
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			<title>Well and truly nourished.</title>
			<description>The man who simply performs&amp;nbsp;so that he may boast of the achievementand be flattered by empty praiseis left empty at the conclusion.The man who sets out to learnand to enjoy the lessons&amp;nbsp;will find himself well nourishedand abundantly&amp;nbsp; blessed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2110015/</link>
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			<title>He fears no evil.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}Where truth is fortified by trust&amp;nbsp;ambivalence has been put to death.&amp;nbsp;The assurance of this man frightens people&amp;nbsp;because there is a marked difference in his speech&amp;nbsp;his ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2109009/</link>
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			<title>...a tree at Calvary. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}There is no respectbecause there is no loyaltythere can be no loyaltywithout integri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2108303/</link>
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			<title>...love a prisoner of hatred.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}It has been his privilege&amp;nbsp;to have lusted and capturedthe object of his lust...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2106508/</link>
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			<title> prisoner of hatred.</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2105381/</link>
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			<title>the illusion of happiness...</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}Do you sing because you&amp;rsquo;re happyor are you happy because you singor do you sing in an attempt to givethe illusion of happiness...Is your smile the outward effect of inner joyor is it a ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2102572/</link>
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			<title>I can't wait until...</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} Looking towards the futureto see what tomorrow holdsis a complete waste of time.There is no guarantee of arrivalin the land of promising futuresand if you do arrive in tomorrowyou&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2102560/</link>
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			<title>...the road to ruin.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}When a person&amp;nbsp;thinks very highlyof themselves.It comes as a shockto the sys..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2102083/</link>
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			<title>hurl them...</title>
			<description>Why do people liberally coat their questions with all mannerof accusation then having infectedthem with maliceblindly hurl them...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2101742/</link>
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			<title>...tasting tears.</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2101193/</link>
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			<title>...thankfully.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}I&amp;rsquo;ve been trying to imaginemy mother at 60+Wearing a red rugby shirtand drun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2100103/</link>
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			<title>...they don't possess. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}Celebrity status and prideare truly ugly sistersAnd more so in imitationby poor wretched soulswho take great pridein what they don&amp;rsquo;t possess.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2097676/</link>
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			<title>...no guilt.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}The people who mockcould never understandwaking up with no fearor going to bed with no guilt.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2097568/</link>
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			<title>...tears of joy unspeakable. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}Let the volume of the call to be gratefulbe so sudden and so loud that it can&amp;rsquo;t be ignoredCause me to answer the call with a sincere gratitudethat melts my heart and brings tears of j..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2097163/</link>
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			<title>Unnecessary cares.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}I like it when improbable circumstances occur in my lifeWhen the impossible happens I rejoice as well as despairI despair at my lack of trust and always make myself the promisethat next tim..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2095747/</link>
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			<title>...by sight and not by trust. </title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} Nothing you chose to door anyone you chose to be withcomes with a guarantee&amp;nbsp;of satisfaction or longevity.In fact, the opposite is likelyto be the case as the noveltywears off and l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2095551/</link>
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			<title>...the peace he knows.</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} If told he has an incurable diseaseor informed he has a fatal illnessthe man who has eternal lifewill smile at the ignoranceof the messengers.&amp;nbsp;He cannot be movedfrom the peace, he know..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2095406/</link>
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			<title>Trapped. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}It will look attractiveand will offer delightand other promises.Once you indulgeand seemingly enjoyyou will always want morea repeat of that first tastetry as you mightthat first ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2095398/</link>
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			<title>Who am I and what is my name?</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2095393/</link>
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			<title>and so he waited...</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} There was a timea long time during whichhe knew that he wasn&amp;rsquo;twhere he was supposed to be.A time when he would havegiven anything to be someone&amp;nbsp;else while being somewhere els..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2095314/</link>
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			<title>and you are rejected&amp;hellip;</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}Whatever the degree of self-esteem a person possesses&amp;nbsp;it always outweighs their personal attributes.&amp;nbsp;Esteem is always supported by a vivid imaginationWho you are and what you preten..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2094659/</link>
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			<title>...is selfishness. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}The most poisonous threat&amp;nbsp;to any relationshipis selfishness.Selfishness deceives,&amp;nbsp;divides, steals, vexescommits adultery and lies.&amp;nbsp;p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2094461/</link>
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			<title>...their proud imagination. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}They spend their money on thingsthat people can see and on thingsthat look good on soc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2094202/</link>
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			<title>How will you feel...</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px} How will you feelwhen you look deeplyinto the eyes of hatred&amp;nbsp;and see yourself lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2094069/</link>
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			<title>Perverts.</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}A pervert can be released from prisonbut he cannot be released from his lusts.His lusts are a life sentencefrom which he cannot escape.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2093732/</link>
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			<title>... condolences would not be necessary. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}I am tired of sincere condolencesbeing expressed at the finding of a bodythat was reported as missingwhilst still a living soul.If only one of those offering condolenceshad offered frie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2093702/</link>
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			<title>I weep as I write...</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} I&amp;rsquo;m a mature maleand yet I weepa day does not passin which I have failed to shed my tears.My weeping is from the deepestdepths of my soulinfluenced by the Spirit.Should any tear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2093693/</link>
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			<title>...and innate misery. </title>
			<description>A day is not miserable&amp;nbsp;A day consists of 24 hours.A day does not possessthe intellectual of emotionalcapacity to be or express misery.That distinction is allocated&amp;nbsp;to human beings who areforever seeking the opportunityto express the cause of their complaintsand innate misery.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2093301/</link>
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			<title>in the fullness of time&amp;hellip;</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px} They say that time is a great healerwhat they don&amp;rsquo;t tell you is that before it heal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2093133/</link>
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			<title>and then some more...</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}They say that time is a great healerwhat they don&amp;rsquo;t tell you is that before it healsit opens a door to the greatest hurts, fears&amp;nbsp;and miseryknown to man and them some more&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2092937/</link>
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			<title>she died in the same manner. </title>
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			<title>not in love...</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve known them on nodding termsfor 20 years or so&amp;nbsp;Whenever I see them they are togetheror so I thoughtThen a few weeks ago he was alone&amp;nbsp;and asked me how I wasI asked him how he would expect a manwho's in love to beWhat?&amp;nbsp;I said, how would you expect a man who's in love to feel?H..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2092522/</link>
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			<title>nobody said that...</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}She wanted to be seen as wild and crazythe fun girl but then she overdosedand was seen as both stupid and deadbut nobody said that&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2092507/</link>
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			<title>...the ability. </title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m not positive, he declaredI&amp;rsquo;m judgemental,in that, I&amp;rsquo;ve been grantedthe ability to distinguishbetween what is trueand what is false.I have confidencenot in myselfbut in the ability.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2092378/</link>
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			<title>well, someone's got to tell them!</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} The rope tightenedas she leaned forwardher breathing was labouredand then restricted&amp;nbsp;until it stoppedher heart continued to beatthough faintly&amp;nbsp;until it stopped.Is this dea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2092005/</link>
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			<title>.. the ambrosia of truth. </title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}His sin had reached its full measuredestruction crouched in eager anticipationbut deliverance was at hand&amp;nbsp;enrobed in grace and adorned&amp;nbsp;in the delicate attire of innocencesalva..</description>
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			<title>...but not sweet sleep.</title>
			<description>A woman&amp;rsquo;s wine o&amp;rsquo;clock&amp;nbsp;begins with just the one glassit arrives a few minutes earlier every day&amp;nbsp;it ends a few hours later each eveninguntil sleep comes but not sweet sleep&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<title>...become what he should be</title>
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			<title>Two men</title>
			<description>Two mensaw the same thingone man immediately gave an opinionthe other contemplatedwhat he had seenpondered in regard to his previous experienceand slowly but surelyreached a conclusion. Being able to reach a conclusionis an experience opinionatedpeople miss out on&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2091353/</link>
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			<title>in speaking the truth...</title>
			<description> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} She approach him on the streethe gave a smile of recognition&amp;nbsp;and received the same in return.He waited as she seemed to be searching&amp;nbsp;either for words or courage or possibly both...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/2091223/</link>
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