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			<title>Expeditions</title>
			<description>	Grehan laid down in the snow, slowly. The sky was a light grey, it looked like it was about to rain, but also like it was afraid of doing so. Despite its colour, Grehan could still see tons of white clouds floating above her, all racing to get somewhere else. She watched the clouds as they moved, s..</description>
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			<description>Although we are all differentOur similarities make us equal.They are what allows us to remainTo remain in this eternal unisonOf breathing.Of being.Of living.Living in a world,Catastrophic and destroyed,But we are here.And here,Here we will stay.</description>
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