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		<description>The original writings of author Tris</description>
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			<title>Beginnings?</title>
			<description>It begins the same way it always does, I&amp;rsquo;m home alone, in the living room, curled up with an unnecessarily large cup of coffee and my favourite book, and everything is silent. It feels almost as though I am completely alone in the world. Well, alone except for you of course... First I hear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timely/1938023/</link>
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			<title>Silver linings or cover ups?</title>
			<description>This is not meant to offend anyone, it is the perspective of a fictional character and should not be taken out of context of the story into which the character is written.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timely/1937846/</link>
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			<title>To live in fear</title>
			<description>To he who lives in fearEvery shadow watches and waitsTo he who lives in fearEvery dark corner, terror createsTo he who lives in fearEvery face is filled with rageTo he who lives in fearEvery crowd, doomed to rampageTo he who lives in fearWorry grips all muscles..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timely/1937845/</link>
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			<title>Release not Rehabilitation </title>
			<description>Please note : Contains scenes of self harm and may be distressing to certain viewers.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timely/1937831/</link>
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			<title>Hopelessly Hopeful</title>
			<description>This was what freedom looked like, the wind in her hair and the sun on her cheeks, or the sun that would have been on her cheeks were it not such a cloudy day.  Not that it mattered to her, as she came round to face me, preparing once again to circle the garden, I caught her eye, so innocent, fill..</description>
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