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			<title>The Stranger </title>
			<description>A short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/georgiachurchill/2144280/</link>
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			<title>The Oak Tree</title>
			<description>A mysterious tree with a hidden force.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/georgiachurchill/2144274/</link>
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			<title>Forsaken</title>
			<description>The bench of memory, Engraved with the tears of death.Valuable to those who are nolonger.Once was so precious, A grandad, father and son. Perished. Now stands a bench, A stranger to the world. History broken, Words forgotten. &amp;nbsp;The bench of memory...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/georgiachurchill/1862849/</link>
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			<title>bruised</title>
			<description>Your words cut me like a knife, Puncture me. My tears flowing,Bloody face. Stitches upon my brow, Bruised lips. &amp;nbsp;My Heart, An open wound.Tender.The past, Never to be forgotten.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/georgiachurchill/1862845/</link>
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			<title>Unseen </title>
			<description>I'm no longer the same person I used to beYou see.&amp;nbsp;Just like the tree above me.&amp;nbsp;Both growing at a steady pace,&amp;nbsp;Taking in the surroundings of such a beautiful place.&amp;nbsp;Faces of the old and new, &amp;nbsp;With many waiting in the que.&amp;nbsp;Both have scars upon our skin,&amp;nbsp;Yet we wil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/georgiachurchill/1856442/</link>
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			<title>The impossible becomes reality </title>
			<description>Just a short story from a project I done a while back. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/georgiachurchill/1847523/</link>
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			<title>Never</title>
			<description>A smile appears upon my warm face,&amp;nbsp;M heart riding at a fast pace.&amp;nbsp;Three words I'm longing to hear,&amp;nbsp;Yet one being my fear. &amp;nbsp;Love.&amp;nbsp;Love is gentle,&amp;nbsp;Yet I feel sentimental.&amp;nbsp;True feelings locked behind a door,&amp;nbsp;Always wanting more.&amp;nbsp;What should be will never be...</description>
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