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			<title>Stream of Conscience-ness</title>
			<description>Stream of Conscience-ness&amp;nbsp;At a wide river bendthe flood&amp;rsquo;s crest is evident by the course of tangled debris above the now languid eddies.&amp;nbsp;Memories of calamity floated awaywith receding waters.But not so long ago, the edematous current ranfeverish, i..</description>
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			<title>A Sense of the Holiday</title>
			<description>A Sense of the HolidayIn keeping theholiday spirit,scents and smells admitall guests andarrivalsto the season&amp;rsquo;s festivities.&amp;nbsp;Some arrivalslost touch years agobut still they look as if nothing haschanged. Others appear sofamiliar,yet vague..</description>
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			<title>Foundering of the Leader Ship</title>
			<description>Foundering of the Leader Ship&amp;nbsp;Silent air,gray despair,gloom of winter&amp;rsquo;s earlymorn.Fog folds in, whisperin&amp;rsquo;rumors of a loomingstorm.Cold ocean,in motion,dark tides ofinsurgency.Buoy bellstossed by swellsclang with strident urg..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1691764/</link>
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			<title>The Ledger</title>
			<description>The Ledger&amp;nbsp;On a night, dark as an abyss, I was whereI shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have been,and I thought something was amiss when Ispied a moldering inn.It was the night before Christmas and Ihad rendezvoused to sharesome private personal business in a long-clandestine affair...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1685225/</link>
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			<title>Fluttering</title>
			<description>Our standardis not at its highest.It is less frequently now.Half is whereit is raised,as it has beenso oftenthese days. Not really a time for it to be at the top,weighedby grief,depressed&amp;nbsp; by mourning,as if, on its kneesit prays..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1683812/</link>
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			<title>Rocks of Ages (revised)</title>
			<description>Much of knowledge, more of wisdom, is derived by how well we learn to address the issues that lay in the path of our life.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1669142/</link>
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			<title>Weather or Not</title>
			<description>Have you got climate change for a dollar?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1667817/</link>
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			<title>Love Smarts</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t knock lust. Oh, definitely not!
But there&amp;rsquo;s one thing that I&amp;rsquo;m learning.
What falling more deeply in love has brought
is a lovely sense of yearning.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1666210/</link>
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			<title>Brief New World</title>
			<description>It's time after time ...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1662078/</link>
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			<title>Cold With A Chance of Expectations</title>
			<description>Cold With a Chance of Expectations&amp;nbsp;Winter remains lodged in Norwich Vermont.It has lurked around for many a year.Fair seasons know of bereavement and wantand the comforting embrace of fair weather.&amp;nbsp;I recall the streams of springtime thaw,the radiance of her ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1659609/</link>
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			<title>In Dentation</title>
			<description>A poem to consider the frailties of humankind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1653316/</link>
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			<title>Hero Worship</title>
			<description>Hero Worship&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;A breaking story just in&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;Smiling, mannequin-pretty, liquid blond with a plastic serious-smile of relief.A blessing it was to divert from the stasis of&amp;nbsp;the same old story, one that once was lively&amp;nbsp;now mired in thebog of public indifference,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SPGibbs/1649744/</link>
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			<title>Care Actor</title>
			<description>Freshly re-structured, applying recent, very helpful, constructive input.</description>
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