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			<title>My Sun</title>
			<description>Claire: Part 1</description>
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			<title>My Moon</title>
			<description>Claire: Part 2</description>
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			<title>Dream Noir</title>
			<description>The light faded, and it soothed my eyes shut.      &quot;Where am I? &quot; I whispered to myself. A single hanging light is in the middle of the room. I raised my hand in front of my eyes so they could adjust. My heart began to pound. The room was small, solid concrete, and the smell made me cover my nose...</description>
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			<title>A Walk in the Woods </title>
			<description>I stared at the edge of the woods for 30 minutes, overcome. I could not stop pondering it's creation and purpose. The effort for conjuring questions I could not answer melted away. Once again, efforts in accessing my memory proved futile, but as the minutes passed in thought, my care for the past wi..</description>
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