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			<title>The Light</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She couldhear his voice now, delicately haunting her ears, texturing the darkness thatsurrounded her.&amp;nbsp; The whispers were pain,and it no longer mattered whether the words were lies or truth.&amp;nbsp; She was certain now th..</description>
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			<title>Spectare</title>
			<description>A story about the dangers of progress, and in a different way about the dangers of knowledge and self-knowledge.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wingedwombat/679710/</link>
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			<title>Anonymous</title>
			<description>This story is a reaction of mine to what I have always perceived to be a bias towards the positive in describing space in science fiction.  It's a pessimistic view of what we will drag into space.</description>
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