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			<title>Our wounds heal together</title>
			<description>The idea of union, how two become one - like two palms cut open, two lovers holding hands. It's hard to describe, but if you held your palms together, they wounds would heal together eventyally.</description>
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			<title>Shatter Me</title>
			<description>Another casualty of love lost, true, innocent, passion without the chains of fear. Hope is the only thing you can hold, even though it's edges are sharp. It's a riddle we all wish to solve.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wwfuegodel/1711061/</link>
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			<title>Ghosts, Enigmas, Her Mirror</title>
			<description>How does a person see, when they have last the soul the give in pieces to another? The better question is: how will we see when we can not get the shattered pieces back? </description>
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			<title>Tie a Knot Through Your Riddled Branches</title>
			<description>About a love that is pure, and the adventure of discovery. It's a childhood dream, written in unstructured format. Rebel at heart</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wwfuegodel/1711056/</link>
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			<title>Phantom Limb</title>
			<description>Written while in a painful state called divorce, it is mostly finished. Hopefully this will never be explored again. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wwfuegodel/1688120/</link>
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			<title>Innocent ewe</title>
			<description>I wrote this very suddenly, it has been through several edits though. It's about pure love, loss of purity, and the reality of death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wwfuegodel/1688111/</link>
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			<title>Letters in the air part 2</title>
			<description>The story has regained it's composure, as a father struggles to read a bed time story to a daughter suffering from selective amnesia.</description>
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			<title>Letters in the air</title>
			<description>A retreat in Cat Spring Texas inspired me to write this. I saw lights in the night sky, and they filled me with wonder at how beautiful life is, though we are suspended in darkness, we are surrounded </description>
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