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		<description>The original writings of author Doug Scibeck</description>
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			<title>to be determined</title>
			<description>First line(s) of a short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1768031/</link>
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			<title>Cilantro</title>
			<description>a short story about humanity</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1607506/</link>
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			<title>Difference of a Year</title>
			<description>a stab at the more sci-fi/fantasy genre</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1595286/</link>
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			<title>The Benefit of Doubt</title>
			<description>Always listen to the little inner voice even when it's better to ignore it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1565161/</link>
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			<title>does it end?</title>
			<description>just a long saturday afternoon</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1563758/</link>
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			<title>just sit</title>
			<description>the light doesn&amp;rsquo;t savethe darkness doesn&amp;rsquo;t destroy&amp;nbsp;it all makes meaning on its own&amp;nbsp;still, the gentle rain falls.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1561649/</link>
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			<title>writing</title>
			<description>I cried unto the Lord,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And the rain answered in gentle thumps on the deck.I begged the gods to come to my aid,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And clouds blew across the moon.I sat and listened to the breeze,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The blank pages calle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1561648/</link>
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			<title>carry on</title>
			<description>when the head despairs,&amp;nbsp;the trials and travails of life&amp;nbsp;Heart whispers, carry on</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1561645/</link>
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			<title>time passing</title>
			<description>just an observation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1559834/</link>
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			<title>A Short Fiction</title>
			<description>just a brief exercise</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1559828/</link>
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			<title>Trips Away</title>
			<description>the life of a writer</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1559824/</link>
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			<title>old man steps</title>
			<description>inspired from walking on Lexington Ave in New York City</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1559823/</link>
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			<title>the river washes clean</title>
			<description>The Riverburns my sins awayas the pines bendto the winds rushing in the valleyThe Rivertears at my skinscouring the dirt of my days,eddys flaying my fleshthe stones on the riverbank no longer hurt my feetthe cold water seeps deep into my bones.getting numb past the ache.the tre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1559820/</link>
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			<title>Fatherhood</title>
			<description>with a phone blaring from his pocketthe gaze in the mirror is interrupted.Shaving has to wait,the call comes first.	&amp;lsquo;Does b-u-o-q-u-e-t mean to fly in the sky?	I want to do my whole packet today so I don&amp;rsquo;t have homework later.	Wait. There are other words.	What&amp;rsquo;s a pai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1559819/</link>
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			<title>At the gates</title>
			<description>Short story regarding curiosity of quasi-fantasy genre.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dbscibeck/1554834/</link>
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