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		<description>The original writings of author FoxgloveLove</description>
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			<title>Pursuit</title>
			<description>Many try to follow their dreams.Others try to follow society.Some wish to uncover the past.Still more seek the future.Is it not easier to follow nature,Or to simply remain still?</description>
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			<title>The Scholar and the Sage</title>
			<description>A Scholar wandered the earthand named everything;a Sage followed behindand unnamed everything.&amp;nbsp;The Scholar pursued knowledgeand was perplexed to the end;the Sage returnedand was content.&amp;nbsp;Both were good friends.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1769569/</link>
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			<title>A Cup</title>
			<description>A cup with holes will not hold water;but it will hold emptiness.&amp;nbsp;A cup without holes will hold water;it will also hold emptiness.&amp;nbsp;The fool carries water in a sieve;the scholar carries water in a bowl.&amp;nbsp;The sage carries nothing,and drinks from the stream.</description>
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			<title>Epilogue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thehuman body is an incredible work of art. I don't mean this in terms ofaesthetics, but in the biological sense. It's amazing how, in spite of all theprogress we've made in medical theory and technology, we often times still..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thecolor fades from my face so quickly that I almost faint. I can hear the beepingof the heart monitor next to me accelerating. I need to calm down and think, butthe possible implications of the realization I just had makes m..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</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;I was never very social in high school, so whenI started college I decided I'd try to branch out a little more. I ended upgetting a room in the honors dorm, so there were always people hanging out in eachothers' rooms. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Throughthe door walks a large man with a rather intimidating physique, an appearancewhich is somewhat offset by the white cotton scrubs he wears. Upon furtherinspection, I notice attached to his clothing is a sort of identifi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768246/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Myparents gave me the name Viktor with the wish that I would be capable ofovercoming any challenge I faced. It was a name that would come to suit meuncannily well throughout my life, though not necessarily in the way they had..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768244/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ineed to stand. Even though my legs are atrophied, it makes me uncomfortablehaving to lay in a bed all day. Perhaps it's the military mindset I've haddrilled into me for so long, but I feel unsettled from being so vulnerable ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768241/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It'sbeen an hour since I saw myself, the reflection of a face that should have beenmine, but wasn't. The nurse left to give me some time to calm down, although Istill don't think I can wrap my head around this situation. It c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768240/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ihave no idea how people can live out here, let alone without air conditioning.When we first got here in January, it was pretty cold, but now it's so hot thatyou can't even look outside without sweating. Even worse, we have t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768235/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'mcrying. And not the nice kind of crying, either. The kind of crying you don'twant other people to see, because it makes you look so ugly. For a woman, it'sone of the worst things for someone to see her crying like that. My..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wait.No, just a moment, I do recognize this face. Not someone I know, but... it's asif I'm seeing someone I met long ago, like a childhood friend. It's at leastsomewhat familiar to me, but there's no possible way I could put ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768229/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There'sa single cloud in the sky. It looks so peculiar up there all by its lonesome,the rest of the sky displaying a brilliant blue. Warm, sunny days like theseare wonderful for an old woman like myself. Don't have as much to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768228/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'veheard a lot of people say that doing things naturally is best, but it reallymakes me wonder what they mean. Nothing about what we as humans do anymore isall that natural. The way we survive, the way we work, the way we sp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FoxgloveLove/1768227/</link>
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			<title>When You Close Your Eyes</title>
			<description>Follow one character's journey as they uncover the mystery of what happens when they close their eyes.</description>
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