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		<description>The original writings of author Erika</description>
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			<title>Will you stand today?</title>
			<description>Whose dream are you living?Whose plan will you followWhat will you pursueWhich people will you invest inIf it were completely up to you?But it's not all up to youWhose voice affects youWhose arguments weigh heavyWhat things catch your attentionWhich people influence youand when will you notice their..</description>
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			<title>Dagen</title>
			<description>Dagen sloknerKvelden er herVi sier en b&amp;oslash;nnFor alle som v&amp;aring;knerHjelp oss &amp;aring; beHjelp oss &amp;aring; seLa lyset skinneLa h&amp;aring;pet vinneDagen kommerMorgenen gryrVi sier en b&amp;oslash;nnfor der som det flommerHjelp oss &amp;aring; beHjelp oss &amp;aring; seLa lyset skinneLa h&amp;aring;pet vinneDagen ..</description>
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			<title>Dear man in Tana,</title>
			<description>To the man inTana&amp;hellip;funny&amp;hellip;I don&amp;rsquo;t have words. Okay&amp;hellip;to the man in Tana who, at the moment,caused a clump to form in my throat and tears to flow, and to the memory ofwhom causes me to now stare blankly down in front of me, and notice that myheart is beating faster and ..</description>
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			<title>Dear man with the tumor,</title>
			<description>To the man Ihave passed by, with feet that turn back when you walk forward, and a tumoralmost the size of your face on the side of your neck:I am sorry.You probably don&amp;rsquo;t want my pity, but my money or somemiraculous way of finding&amp;nbsp;somehow/somewhere where you can get care, lo..</description>
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			<title>Dear fish lady,</title>
			<description>To the womanwith the fish, and the x number of children, and your talk about skirts andclothing you want from us, and today, your talk about &amp;rdquo;mampalahelo&amp;rdquo;:I am sorry.We bought fish the first time you came. I wish I couldhave said that it tasted delicious and we want to be y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erikals/1863792/</link>
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			<title>Dear Sir,</title>
			<description>To the memory, recognition, and honoring of those who are not with us anymore, who are continuing theirstruggle,&amp;nbsp;who do not have a supportive network around them, who wander the streets and stretch outtheir&amp;nbsp;hand or hat forsome money, and who work hard and give generously:..</description>
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