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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueTHE LEGEND OF THUNDERFOOT	The tale had been told many times in Longridge Fell. When early mornings were quiet and the dew had not yet dried off of the countless blades of grass, shivering in the gentle breeze like a butterfly&amp;rsquo;s wings, rabbits came out of their burrows to feed and often..</description>
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			<title>Voyagers</title>
			<description>A group of rabbits living on Longridge Fell discover a dark truth that shatters everything they were brought up to believe, leading to a purposeful journey to a place far away.</description>
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			<title>I Painted the Walls</title>
			<description>Yes, this one is...uh...not for the faint of heart. Read at your own risks.</description>
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			<title>The Bells</title>
			<description>These words were flowing into my head as if God Himself were urging me to write. So, write I will. This prose poem is about faith. God makes Himself heard at times some may not even realize...</description>
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