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			<title>The Unheard Journey</title>
			<description>He walks in a field, in a field andalone. He walks its distance, along that lonely road. He walks slowly, there isno hurry, there has nowhere to be, no one to see. And so he just walks.By mid afternoon, the sky opened up and poured across the yellowed woodlands he found about him. Small ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demauscian/641658/</link>
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			<title>Parallax (chapter 1)</title>
			<description>A group I was a part of came up with the idea, but when it came to writing it, only two chapters were written, mine and chapter 2</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demauscian/635064/</link>
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			<title>Coup D&amp;rsquo;&amp;eacute;tat</title>
			<description>Coup</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demauscian/603651/</link>
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			<title>Epoch</title>
			<description>Earth: 2034</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demauscian/603290/</link>
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			<title>Mother and the Birds</title>
			<description>Mother went missing again today. Asusual, papa and I found her at Central Park, twirling with the birds.She spun on her feet, face and arms toward the sky, as if in praise. A flock ofbirds swarmed around her. The dress and scarf flailing beside her, fanning outas a beacon, and attr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demauscian/602042/</link>
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			<title>Desert Rain</title>
			<description>Hot, dry air cools and dampens,Smells of sage waft through the air,And once dead riverbeds spring back to being,As the rain falls gently there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demauscian/602038/</link>
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			<title>Blitzkrieg</title>
			<description>Silviajerked her head up and stared westward. I turned to look as well but sawnothing at first. Then suddenly, one dropped out of the cloud bank. It flew infront of the crescent moon, low on the horizon, as his companions dropped intoview after him. Within seconds they dotted the sky. Mi..</description>
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