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			<title>A bucket of stars</title>
			<description>To me she carries a bucket of stars</description>
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			<title>The Edge of Nowhere</title>
			<description>'Some types of chaos contain masterful design'</description>
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			<title>Reading</title>
			<description>Everyone needs someone to read to them</description>
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			<title>The Writer</title>
			<description>He was writing the next bestseller he claimed, One with a thousand plot twists and turns, One with seventy two different characters, And glittering ice that burns.'</description>
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			<title>Like last time </title>
			<description>She was there. Right there in front of me,If a little to the left. But there was a whole metre of separation,100cm of white noiseA gap where the time got stuck. She had changed subtly;Her back was straighter,She was standing a bit taller,Her hair had grown an inch or so. She ..</description>
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