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			<title>Her Clouds</title>
			<description>	I smile when someone alludes to a butterfly as the spirit of aloved one come to call. I bend to pick up a feather shed by a soaring bird andadd it to my collection because my sister says it is a sign. I let the ladybugthat shows up on my bathroom mirror each year stroll across my palm bec..</description>
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			<title>Easy on the Bitters</title>
			<description>Written for contest:  10 Words I Give, Deadline 5/9/2017</description>
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