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			<title>When You Find Me</title>
			<description>Emma pulled back her blankets and sat up, the morning light streaming through the window temporarily blinding her, she rubbed her eyes and stood up barefoot on the cold hardwood floor. Then and only then did she think of the slippers she should have bought a thousand mornings ago, but she justified ..</description>
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			<title>The Moor</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Dark clouds painted the black canvas sealing the moon's light from the world below, not a soul stirred but his own. The surrounding fog weighing down on his cloaked frame as he sucked in a long breath, humid air burning at his nostrils, the scent of decay and decades of murk intoxicating his ..</description>
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			<title>An Artist's loving hand</title>
			<description>The nights sky loomed over head. Large, white clouds drifting past the moonlight's already dim glow. The cool breeze a reminder the fall was approaching soon the green leaves would turn yellowish-brown sometimes oranges and red painted the changing canopy only for them to fall from the limbs coverin..</description>
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			<title>The Lover's Tree</title>
			<description>The ancient oak loomed magnificent in the distance, its thick bark wrapped around its trunk in an endless uneven pattern spiraling up to the very tips of its large branches that twisted and hung ominously overhead. The worn cracks and weathered layers told the story of its age, sun shined through th..</description>
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			<title>Love's Surrender</title>
			<description>Love, life, etc</description>
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