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			<title>castle rock 1</title>
			<description>cool under my feet&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the &amp;nbsp;gray column ofsandstone;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;bel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1939220/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Just kind of wrote it... Not going for accuracy, if I get into it then I'll try and make it a bit more realistic. I know the storyline is so wrong concerning a coma patient who just woke up. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1544607/</link>
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			<description>Chapter 1: Beating Back the Dark (Maybe)I woke and looked around slowly, unsure of where I was. All around me I saw white walls with curtains hanging at intervals to break up the ceiling. Off to the side was a tacky green armchair with a floral print, graced with an even tackier red pillow. Right ab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1542960/</link>
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			<title>Through Love You'll Find Freedom</title>
			<description>Prologue:Itdidn&amp;rsquo;t go the way I intended, or even the way I didn&amp;rsquo;t want it to. It just all unfurled before me, unstoppablein its path. I soon came to realize I had no control over it- where I thoughtmyself a player, I turned out to be merely a pawn, a piece in a game that wasm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1541677/</link>
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			<title>True Sacrifice</title>
			<description>That night they held each otherclose and refused to let go,They knew when they did thatwould be it.He brushed back her hair andgave her a kiss,As she tenderly brought hishand to her lips.They loved each other, andalways would,But it was..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1541428/</link>
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			<title>Caught in the Storm</title>
			<description>Drifting down a river, on acool summer&amp;rsquo;s day,Was a single piece ofdriftwood, caught in turbulent waves.It floated on past me and Iwatched it go by,As it was pulled down theriver by that hidden tide.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes we get swept up and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1541375/</link>
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			<title>The Plague to This Land</title>
			<description>Just a little thing I find ridiculous. The poor dying for the rich and powerful. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1541358/</link>
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			<title>As We Are All Worlds Away</title>
			<description>Caacaa, the ravencrowed out,Sending its wisdom unto the world.Yet not one person stopped, not one head cocked,To listen to the words of that odd old bird.Each day they past by, lost in their world,Of cellphones and gadgets and toys.And each d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1540879/</link>
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			<title>Through Love You'll Find Freedom</title>
			<description>A couple get into a crash, and have to fight through their disabilities and the stress that follows to try and hold onto their love that had once been so strong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1540874/</link>
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			<title>In Beezelbub's Lair</title>
			<description>Chapter 3:Entering the Devil&amp;rsquo;s Home&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have beenrunning for about fifteen minutes. The alarm that lets everyone know thekilling can commence had long ago gone off.I am impressedwith how well everyon..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1540766/</link>
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			<title>Gates of Hell</title>
			<description>Chapter 2: Gates to Hell&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The bells aretolling their five-minute warning chime by the time I reach the square outsidethe Pizarr. It grates my nerves, that constant &amp;ldquo;bing-bong&amp;rdquo; toll of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1540764/</link>
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			<title>Rule Underneath Godly Tyrants... (possibly)</title>
			<description>Chapter 1: Woe is usIt is a bleak day in Provien. A darker, cloudierday has likely never been seen before. It is the perfect day for the Callas. Ifwe, the people of Provien are lucky enough, the Soliv&amp;rsquo;s will drown in the gloominessof the day and the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1540758/</link>
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			<title>New Loves Create New Worlds</title>
			<description>Love poem
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1540687/</link>
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			<title>Rule Underneath Godly Tyrants... (possibly)</title>
			<description>It focuses on the (sort of) Aztecs, but it's also the Atlantis society. They are one in the same, but AL was destroyed after the poor rose up against the rich.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MFrano1/1540611/</link>
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