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			<title>The Palace of Violet and Red Clouds (Third Person)</title>
			<description>A philosophical story about a young Spirit and regret.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbmiller2009/1788015/</link>
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			<title>Mother Nature</title>
			<description>AK had just experienced a 7.1ML earthquake near my hometown. It was so powerful that I felt the quake here in Fairbanks.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbmiller2009/1715778/</link>
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			<title>The Paper Blank within my Hand (Poetry format)</title>
			<description>This is the same story but laid out as a poem. I found it more fitting. And I adore this version so much more than before.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbmiller2009/1715117/</link>
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			<title>Keeper of the Wood</title>
			<description>A short story that reads as a fairy tale. A child is the protector of a small sacred wood. A man intrudes desperate to feed his family and begins hunting the kings of animals who live there. </description>
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			<title>The Palace of Red and Violet Clouds (First Person)</title>
			<description>I had stumbled across a poem written by a great grand father of unknown greats. It was about his young 6 month old grand daughter who died of spinal meningitis. This poem inspired the following piece.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbmiller2009/1711577/</link>
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			<title>Her Lament</title>
			<description>I had to experience her death. I couldn't write it any other way than that of a poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbmiller2009/1711562/</link>
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			<title>The Blank Paper within My Hand</title>
			<description>As artists, have you ever had that dreaded time when inspiration wasn't happening?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbmiller2009/1644794/</link>
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			<title>My Big Fat Lip</title>
			<description>My Creative Writing workshop required a one page story. And this, this is that story.

Based on a real event.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbmiller2009/1643969/</link>
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			<title>Amongst</title>
			<description>Amongst&amp;nbsp;Amongst delight of sweetened breaths,A place of thriving dreams Absent of the faint oppressed Dwelling within shallow streams. &amp;nbsp;Amongst the dance of wispy waves Upon summer-stained shores, The delightful demeanor of pleasant grace Was all the..</description>
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