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		<description>The original writings of author Ichthus Reality</description>
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			<title>Night Lights</title>
			<description>A little song I'm working on, sorta from deep within me. Enjoy :D</description>
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			<title>Hope and Difference</title>
			<description>Rescue and Grace</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Skipping Stones</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ithil sat upon the bank, finding the smoothest stones to toss into the water. He had smooth brown hair that flowed to his shoulders and blue eyes that shone as if there were sapphires deep within. He was tall, about six feet, with scars that covered his arms as was the way o..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;His horse galloped faster and faster, attempting to escape the crashing hoofbeats behind Him. His shoulder length brown hair whipped in unison with the horse&amp;rsquo;s mane, teeth gritted in a semi-feral scowl. The sweat made small bouncing bulbs upon his temple, showering the musty air when the..</description>
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			<title>The Origins of the Ith&amp;aacute;ndi: The Amulet of Yundir</title>
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			<title>The Sky Tears Asunder</title>
			<description>Reckless Abandon for a Redeemed Love</description>
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			<title>You Run</title>
			<description>You Are Beautiful</description>
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			<title>Dark and Light</title>
			<description>Choose Your Path</description>
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			<title>Dream</title>
			<description>This is our Calling</description>
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			<title>Delusion</title>
			<description>Delusion By: Tim Holt&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;This is Real,This is happening,&amp;rdquo;I scream at the figure upon the canvas.&amp;nbsp;He stares into my eyes, a deep, knowing blue,My heart contorts in my chest,Tears well up in my eyes.&amp;nbsp;My hand raises, gun its capti..</description>
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			<title>Empty Canvas</title>
			<description>Write Your World</description>
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			<title>The Disgusting Silence</title>
			<description>As Christians, we have been given the key to salvation: Jesus! But when we keep that to ourselves, we are left with nothing but disgusting silence.</description>
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			<title>Childhood</title>
			<description>Oh, How We Grow</description>
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			<title>Here at Creek's Edge</title>
			<description>A memory of childhood, captured.</description>
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			<title>Crossroads</title>
			<description>Where is it that we wander?</description>
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