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			<title>A farewell note</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As the sun slowly descends and night sets in,I am engulfed by an eerie silence and a never-ending solitude beckons me for the first time...a thousand answers and &amp;nbsp;even more questions torture my being.Memories flood my heart and tears fill my eyes...and for the first time I realise..</description>
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			<title>Red Roses</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The summer sun scorched with all its might.The walls of the houses looked baked and sunburnt.At the end of that small lane was her tiny,yet once love filled home.The red roof of the house had paled beyon..</description>
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