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			<title>Qualities</title>
			<description>Beyond the veil of names.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1593390/</link>
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			<title>Pentantekut</title>
			<description>Pentantekut was the original Chilcotin peoples' name for this lake in north-central British Columbia. A beautiful, isolated place.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1593386/</link>
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			<title>Prairie Mandala</title>
			<description>Soft, dry, grey dust, ankle deep, covers my feet.Stars, in a thick blanket, fill my sight.Rainbows, after rainfalls, paint my imagination.Chinook winds, like magic, warm me.The brushing of the tall grass swaying on the prairie;the humming of solar winds lighting up the northern sky,their m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1588382/</link>
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			<title>This Pen </title>
			<description>This pen has a universe trapped within itthere are suns and moons, planets filled with life,and barren rocks floating in space.It wants to write to the music of the spheres,but the author is a buffoon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1588370/</link>
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			<title>Upon an Ancient Sea</title>
			<description>We sail an ancient sea, you and Iwaters below and abovewithin this ethereal thininterface of our unionWe move a universal rhythm, you and Ithe music of the spheresand this love we live so closebinds together ev&amp;rsquo;ry living thingour movement, our tranquilityour faces reflected in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1588307/</link>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>This dream I have relentlessconstant companioninsistent and portentous&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;never to forgetI had prayed for it one dayso what would it bethe price of turning away &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and so it must besetting upon the journeyis the fulfillmentand the secret of the dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1588304/</link>
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			<title>Constellations</title>
			<description>random thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1584757/</link>
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			<title>Consolation</title>
			<description>a matter of attitude</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1584753/</link>
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			<title>Uncivilization (or) The Last Stand</title>
			<description>a surreal satire</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garrshaw/1584747/</link>
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