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		<description>The original writings of author Lei</description>
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			<title>Empty Day's...</title>
			<description>The loss of a eldest child....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/2460951/</link>
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			<title>Enigmatic girl</title>
			<description>You won't understand...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1989147/</link>
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			<title>Clouding Chat rooms </title>
			<description>Enter my chat room, I dare ya!
In love with the mind, a dreamer!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1976044/</link>
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			<title>Rhythmic Love</title>
			<description>Ever try to measure the extend of ones' love? When did it all begin? When did it crumble? Who decides on the pleasures of pain and brain or the victimized shame that extends from a broken heart?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1976028/</link>
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			<title>I am...</title>
			<description>Imagine what we could be if only you'd accept what is meant.  The journey that leads to us. Dance in the moment, and live freely.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1938617/</link>
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			<title>I Am Not The Beauty You See</title>
			<description>Wonders of the mind. Intriguing conversations; love me for the beauty of my thoughts. My features go as deep as the inevitable process of aging. Although the brain ages too; memories live a lifetime!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1908693/</link>
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			<title>Mother's Tears </title>
			<description>Question every decision, every mistake, even successes; knowing you are shaping a little being to be the best they can be. Reflecting back at you. Even years after, can you live with that? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1908159/</link>
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			<title>Spring Time Young</title>
			<description>Waking up to the charming sound of birds chirping to their young. Spring is the most recognized sign that life goes on and good things will always transpire. Cleansing is good.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1903713/</link>
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			<title>Leave me be Stubborn Loneliness</title>
			<description>It is humans nature to adapt. When left alone and grown in a lonely state you know nothing more than to be content in solitude. Stuck in an intelligence of knowing the truth of life is called a genius</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1896650/</link>
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			<title>Dance with me my love</title>
			<description>Ever wonder if science fell in love with chemistry would it resolve the unknown theories that are held in-between the forbidden physics of wonder? We would love ourselves. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1883572/</link>
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			<title>Stimulated Anxieties </title>
			<description>Anxieties of human's darkest secrets even when we know the certainty of outcomes, do we still consider our disquietude as a symptom or a request to end the uncontrolled thoughts of a world of truth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1879181/</link>
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			<title>Lovely Lei</title>
			<description> ''Untold stories from the falling petals of a Lei, loosing her strength, her vibrant colors and the corolla that once connected to her sage roots, that was once perfect, no longer exist.'' </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1878054/</link>
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			<title>A bitter memory of a Soldier's Touch</title>
			<description>Unfair love comes in all shades of color, even in the shades of a unwanted hero.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1872128/</link>
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			<title>Who are you?</title>
			<description>The voices of mental illness. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1871822/</link>
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			<title>The Stranger</title>
			<description>Ever ask yourself, who am I?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1871588/</link>
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			<title>Typeface Love</title>
			<description>The philosophy of a word, a meaning of content without an assigned language.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1871583/</link>
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			<title>Elliptical Galaxies</title>
			<description>The wonders of space and time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1871578/</link>
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			<title>Childhood</title>
			<description>The world can be a scary place. The one thing that keeps me sane is a great memory in the mind of a child. A child so much like myself, perhaps because that child is me. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leideelay/1871575/</link>
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