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			<title>Gray Fleece</title>
			<description>Picture this.A gleaming lake, soft ripples where a fishing line bobs in the water. A rigid skyline of evergreens enveloping the placid bay. Silence delicately shattered by the calls of birds hiding in the dense foliage of the wood. &amp;nbsp;And you, confident in light charcoal heather fleece, prepared ..</description>
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			<title>Winter Coat</title>
			<description>A warm embrace amidst a frozen wasteland.Style in snow. Fashion in frost. Ivory among ice.You gaze out at the misty Ligurian Alps. But everyone's too busy gazing at you. &amp;nbsp;Protected from the kiss of cold in your winter coat, you put on your sunglasses and head down the rocky mountainside. The hi..</description>
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			<title>A Potion</title>
			<description>A potion faded, forbidden Charm of lightning bound withinQuestion-mark eyes enchantedImminent curiosity unrestrainedWild branching bolts releasedBlack wisps of shadow A needle now cursed, tangled in threadSlave of the hex, weakened warriorPredestined by goddesses, motives never-saidPrecious freedom ..</description>
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			<title>Call</title>
			<description>I asked the fire... &quot;Are you afraid of the cold?&quot;She chuckled calmly and climbled up the chimney&amp;nbsp;And called... &quot;Think about it.&quot;I asked the shadow... &quot;Do you ever get lonely?&quot;She laughed and leaped lively and lovely&amp;nbsp;And called... &quot;Think about it.&quot;I asked the moon... &quot;Do you ever get sleepy..</description>
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			<title>The Clash of Colors</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem many years ago but it still remains one of my favorite personal pieces.</description>
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