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		<description>The original writings of author Pete</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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			<description>a lipstick sun smilesan orgasmic tide shivers</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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3131356/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3131268/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3131265/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3131264/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3130835/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3130496/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3130418/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3130347/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3130343/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3130341/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3130278/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3129695/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3129424/</link>
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			<title>Rapture Capture</title>
			<description>As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3129186/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3129083/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128989/</link>
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			<title>No Transfers</title>
			<description>Christ is the prince of Reformers and Radicals. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128985/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128976/</link>
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			<title>Not All Levees Break</title>
			<description>Who hears the fishes when they cry? - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128893/</link>
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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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128890/</link>
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			<title>Let There Be Light</title>
			<description>The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.&quot; - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128889/</link>
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			<title>Jessica (God Beholds)</title>
			<description>painting depicting Shylock&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Jessicafrom Shakespear's The Merchant of Venicethick as molasseshoneyed name of jessicasteeped sassafrases</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128738/</link>
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			<title>Ain't No Other Way</title>
			<description>When you knock, ask to see God &amp;mdash; none of the servants. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128735/</link>
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			<title>If You Please</title>
			<description>Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128725/</link>
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			<title>One Way Out</title>
			<description>Things do not change; we change. -Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128653/</link>
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			<title>Jailbreak</title>
			<description>In an unjust society the only place for a just man is prison. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128562/</link>
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			<title>Red Barchetta</title>
			<description>Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128537/</link>
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			<title>Moon Over Saskatoon</title>
			<description>I am sobered by the moonlight... It is like a cup of cold water to a thirsty man. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128467/</link>
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			<title>Luxury Adultery</title>
			<description>I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128444/</link>
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			<title>The Crying Man</title>
			<description>Who hears the fishes when they cry? - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128382/</link>
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			<title>Golden Harvest</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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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128355/</link>
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			<title>Never Forever</title>
			<description>Never look back unless you are planning to go that way. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128250/</link>
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			<title>Gust</title>
			<description>The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128246/</link>
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			<title>Big Money</title>
			<description>The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128238/</link>
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			<title>New World Man</title>
			<description>I am not alone if I stand by myself. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128237/</link>
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			<title>Musique Physique</title>
			<description>Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128236/</link>
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			<title>Euphonic Sedulity</title>
			<description>Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3128140/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>We hate the kindness which we understand. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3127755/</link>
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			<title>What's The Point?</title>
			<description>Then, there is the thin transparency of November's light; on a cloudless day, it is the clearest glass. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3127663/</link>
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			<title>Eight Miles Too High</title>
			<description>Be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else's idea of yourself should be. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3127606/</link>
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			<title>Daughter</title>
			<description>However mean your life is, meet it and live it. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>With Little Ado</title>
			<description>Walden is blue at one time and green at another, even from the same point of view. Lying between the earth and the heavens, it partakes of the color of both. - Thoreau</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ptine/3127436/</link>
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			<title>Masks</title>
			<description>Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing. - Thoreau</description>
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			<title>No Way Out</title>
			<description>Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after. - Thoreau</description>
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