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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Oftentimes, memories can be unreliable, tempestuous, and even traitorous to their own host. But if mine does not fail me, I remember first spotting the poster for the book as I was pacing around the glorious library of Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm in Berlin, Germany in December of 2014. I coveted it, not..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/2145546/</link>
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			<title>On Coldness.</title>
			<description>We may often find ourselves arrested by a plethora of appealing yet dreadfully flawed notions, and we seldom consider their calamities.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/2111257/</link>
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			<title>Ponderment of The Self</title>
			<description>While nervously struggling to uphold a judicious appearance, you gently but cautiously stride your steps toward the lady of tonight&amp;rsquo;s date&amp;#2013266048;&quot;one whom you have been inconceivably keen of chatting with. You tenderly set down and trigger the t&amp;ecirc;te-&amp;agrave;-t&amp;ecirc;te with your nam..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/2066750/</link>
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			<title>The True Reflection of Dreams.</title>
			<description>At the sound of the chippering birds your senses leisurely and delicately awake. The sensation of comfortability is felt briefly before effortlessly becoming adumbrated by the perplexing worries and tasks of the day. After you become mindful of your environs you instigate an emotion or a thought tri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/2040873/</link>
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			<title>What's after the &quot;happily ever after&quot;.</title>
			<description>This article attempts to convey the aftermaths of a breakup and the means to cope with it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/2034037/</link>
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			<title>The Dichotomy of Technology </title>
			<description>It has become common knowledge to say technology is a double-edged sword. However, there are remaining aspects that are still unspoken and unheard of. How can technology expose out profound insecurity</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/2030542/</link>
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			<title>The Cruelest Farewell.</title>
			<description>every forty seconds, someone in the world will slit their wrists, or take an excessive dose of bills to end their existence. Why? When did the face of death become more alluring than that of life?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/1950248/</link>
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			<title>Erroneous Enemy </title>
			<description>it&amp;rsquo;s been said that the ego work in a marvelous, contradictory way to blind its host and feed itself, hence, it has been considered as &amp;ldquo;humanity&amp;rsquo;s worst enemy,&amp;rdquo; but is that factual? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/1939603/</link>
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			<title>To Love In The Arabic Culture.</title>
			<description>Love, the spontaneous emotion we seek the most in a life filled of blood and sadness, for love may be the light in the dark, some of its essence are lost toward some utterly idiotic acts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/1933215/</link>
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			<title>The Fear of Now.</title>
			<description>Humanity, have had its fair share of fears, some of respectfully have very bizarre ones, but the strangest one lays in all of us, but we differ at the severity of that fear, the fear of the Now!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMOG/1931124/</link>
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