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			<title>A day of my Life</title>
			<description>The lovely weather and the chirping of the sparrows wereonly disturbed by the heavy snoring of old Grandpa beside Gaetlyn. She smiledto herself as she watched the quite, serene view from the balcony of her twostory house. Her life was content. She was in a good marriage and her baby boyhad s..</description>
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			<title>Cruel Fate</title>
			<description>The artillery fire was deafening. Bullets whirred past.Caught in the crossfire was Derek, his young 14 year old mind unable to figureout where the assailants hid. He was frightened and anxious to get to safety. Just as he was finding his way through the thick cover ofthe overgrown bushes, ..</description>
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