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			<title>Underground</title>
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			<description>he gazed up at the sky, face relaxed, a small smile playing at her lips. Her chocolate hued hair covered part of her face but she made no move to wave it away. The eagles, the focus of her attention, where circling each other slowly, powerful and unafraid. Oh how she longed to be with them. Lines of..</description>
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