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		<description>The original writings of author Pete</description>
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			<title>Queenie Meanie</title>
			<description>A strain of music reminds me of a passage of the Vedas, and I associate with it the idea of infinite remoteness, as well as of beauty and serenity. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>More Than Pants on Fire</title>
			<description>Fire is the most tolerable third party. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Old Ghosts</title>
			<description>A strain of music reminds me of a passage of the Vedas ... - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Flying Dutchman</title>
			<description>Beauty and music are not mere traits and exceptions. They are the rule and character. It is the exception that we see and hear. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Adrift</title>
			<description>I am soothed by the rain-drops on the door-sill; every globule that pitches thus confidently from the eaves to the ground is my life insurance. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Loose Tokens And Exact Fare ('In You End, Oh')</title>
			<description>The mason asks but a narrow shelf to spring his brick from; man requires only an infinitely narrower one to spring his arch of faith from. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Picky And Tricky; Hardly A Hickey</title>
			<description>It is not enough that our life is an easy one. We must live on the stretch, retiring to our rest like soldiers on the eve of a battle, looking forward to the strenuous sortie of the morrow. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>A Time Benign</title>
			<description>You cannot hear music and noise at the same time. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Baptism by Fire</title>
			<description>From the right point of view, every storm and every drop in it is a rainbow. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Thaumaturgic</title>
			<description>Don't waste your energy on those who don't get on your bus. - Jon Gordon</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3134094/</link>
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			<title>Katarina</title>
			<description>As the least drop of wine tinges the whole goblet, so the least particle of truth colors our whole life. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3134090/</link>
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			<title>Booboos, Snafus And Learning To Tie My Own Shoes</title>
			<description>'Tis healthy to be sick sometimes. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3133860/</link>
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			<title>Spring Break Dance</title>
			<description>I am reminded of spring by the quality of the air . . . It is a natural resurrection, an experience of immortality.- Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3133308/</link>
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			<title>Spoon Man</title>
			<description>God's voice is but a clear bell sound. -Thoreau</description>
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			<title>If It's All The Same</title>
			<description>Staying in the house breeds a sort of insanity always. Every house is, in this sense, a hospital - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>A Spring Kind of Thing</title>
			<description>Spring - an experience in immortality. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Cash Or Charge?</title>
			<description>Even trees do not die without a groan. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>What Happened To Suspenders?</title>
			<description>Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Unplugged (Musical Prayer)</title>
			<description>A man's real faith is never contained in his creed, nor is his creed an article of his faith. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>A Cult of One</title>
			<description>Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3132483/</link>
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			<title>Lasting Impressions</title>
			<description>Nature makes no noise. The howling storm, the rustling leaf, the pattering rain are no disturbance, there is an essential and unexplored harmony in them. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Circle The Wagons</title>
			<description>Say, Not so, and you will out circle the philosophers. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Indian Giver</title>
			<description>The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>What's in A Name? (Familiarity Breeds Contempt)</title>
			<description>A name pronounced is the recognition of the individual to whom it belongs. He who can pronounce my name aright, he can call me, and is entitled to my love and service. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>'In Continents'</title>
			<description>Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>The Poet Bestows It</title>
			<description>The poet's body even is not fed like other men's, but he sometimes tastes the genuine nectar and ambrosia of the gods, and lives a divine life. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>A Heavy Heart And A Bottomless Sigh</title>
			<description>In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Cleaner Than Clean</title>
			<description>Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Super Sonic Boom</title>
			<description>When I hear music, I feel no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>All Rise?</title>
			<description>Life is unfair. And it&amp;rsquo;s not fair that life is unfair. - Edward Abbey</description>
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			<title>Lachrymal</title>
			<description>What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Flower Power</title>
			<description>He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Faith Trip</title>
			<description>Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase. - Dr. Martin Luther King</description>
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			<title>Better Late Than Never</title>
			<description>When you knock, ask to see God &amp;mdash; none of the servants. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>&quot;Cryptic&quot; Currency And Golden Showers</title>
			<description>The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Greywater</title>
			<description>Every lie is two lies, the lie we tell others and the lie we tell ourselves to justify it. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>End of The Road</title>
			<description>Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Seed of Emotion</title>
			<description>The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>No Vacancy</title>
			<description>It's only by forgetting yourself that you draw near to God. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>You Are What You Eat</title>
			<description>But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost&quot;. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3129759/</link>
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			<title>Clay Pigeon</title>
			<description>The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear the atmosphere of smoke. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Thunderstruck</title>
			<description>Words should pass between friends as the lightning passes from cloud to cloud. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Rapture Capture</title>
			<description>As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Blighted Yet Delighted</title>
			<description>The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Pearl Necklace</title>
			<description>Nature does not cast pearls before swine. There is just as much beauty visible to us in the landscape as we are prepared to appreciate,&amp;mdash; not a grain more. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>No Transfers</title>
			<description>Christ is the prince of Reformers and Radicals. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Saint, Sinner And Novice, Life Beginner</title>
			<description>Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints. Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Not All Levees Break</title>
			<description>Who hears the fishes when they cry? - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>Ramble On</title>
			<description>I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. - Thoreau</description>
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