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			<title>Cordite (working title)</title>
			<description>This is the opening to a new piece. Please feel free to workshop it with me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tom-Watts/260147/</link>
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			<title>The Sea and the Shore</title>
			<description>For James Salter</description>
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			<title>Some Peace</title>
			<description>It's lost all the f@cking formatting, but, you can still read it.
It's about the idea that people caring for terminally ill people sometimes just wish they would die so everyone can get 'some peace'. 
So it's jolly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tom-Watts/260142/</link>
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			<title>There Shall Be No More Fences In My Life</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I was a child we lived in southwest London. Our home was a small terraced house where the back gardens lined up like teeth and were divided by wooden fences. Our neighbours were an elderly couple who grew beetroots instead of roses in their flowerbeds. He had made..</description>
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