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		<title>Eli  | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Eli </description>
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			<title>Send the Answer</title>
			<description>personal, yes, but hopefully doesn't take away from the enjoyment of it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/1156419/</link>
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			<title>Search</title>
			<description>I'm writing my first poetry book, this will probably be included</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/1136820/</link>
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			<title>The Young Man</title>
			<description>I was bored one day in class and had this one idea stuck in my head, and what was created is a kinda philosophical poem that may be hard to understand, so I apologize for that.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/1037199/</link>
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			<title>Sunday Paper</title>
			<description>		SundayPaperIread grayed, torn, abandoned foldedpages from my innocent handsHandswhich, with great care, struckmyselffrom behind and front again.Arguments,deaths, accomplishments, andtragedyagain, all weeping for my hands to soothe.Itwill not do, to caress it so,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/1033910/</link>
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			<title>Tree's Leaf</title>
			<description>A poem I just whipped up when I was in the mood to write. I hope you enjoy it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/1032389/</link>
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			<title>Autumn Leaves</title>
			<description>Autumn leaves swirled in delightAround a foundation of sandOnce brilliant and young structure itwasNow fades through a cold gentle wind.With day turned to night,Pursuit forever turned awayA lost attempt to relieve a heartMoon and stars, forever apart.No longer will Spring flo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/825920/</link>
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			<title>Our Hunting Fathers</title>
			<description>This is a poem by W. H. Auden</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/824604/</link>
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			<title>Band of Brothers</title>
			<description>A revision of the first draft</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/740886/</link>
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			<title>Memorial Day</title>
			<description>This isn't really a poem; just something I wanted to share.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/738332/</link>
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			<title>Part 3</title>
			<description>Forest North of Leningrad, USSR&amp;nbsp;- November 21, 1937&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was nearing dusk and the snow had stopped falling. To the East, the bright moon was becoming more and more visible in the darkening sky with the thousands of tiny s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/727274/</link>
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			<title>Part 2</title>
			<description>Outlaying village of Leningrad, USSR&amp;nbsp;- November 21, 1937&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aleksey awoke with a jolt the following morning as there was a knocking on the door. Quickly throwing off the blankets that had been tightly wrapped around him, h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/727272/</link>
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			<title>Part 1</title>
			<description>Farm outside of Leningrad, USSR - November 20, 1937&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What was a light, peaceful dinner conversation quickly turned eerie with suspense at a moment&amp;rsquo;s notice. Aleksey Pavlov, a young man of thirteen years and full of curi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/727271/</link>
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			<title>Winter Escape</title>
			<description>This is a short story I wrote for school. I don't think it's one of my best pieces, but it's for school, and nothing of my stuff is it's best when it's for school (usually).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/727268/</link>
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			<title>The Costs of War</title>
			<description>This is a stage play that I wrote for my creative writing class. I didn't do a lot of editing to it, so I'm willing to let you guys help me with that. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/723979/</link>
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			<title>Rain or Shine</title>
			<description>This is written for someone who I am very blessed to meet. Today was her 15th birthday, and so five years ago was diagnosed with osteosarcoma.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/721553/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Winter Storms</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Chapter 1Winter StormsWhite House, Washington D.C President James O'Connor hated waking up in the mornings. He has never woken up early when he can sleep in, and now being president, the chance to do so has become a rare occurrence. This morning was no exception as he woke up fr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/713759/</link>
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			<title>The Interrogation</title>
			<description>Yet another flash fiction piece I wrote for creative writing class. The main character, Ms. Whitman, has the ability to read minds.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/712861/</link>
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			<title>Moonlit Tears</title>
			<description>A flash fiction piece a wrote for creative writing class</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/712816/</link>
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			<title>Thank You</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote in my Creative Writing class</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/711187/</link>
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			<title>Prologue: Beginnings of a Storm</title>
			<description>Channel 6 Weather News - September 20, 1981 The anchorwoman took her seat at a large desk in front of the dozens of cameras that were arrayed around the studio. This would be her first time doing a major weather report, and although it would be a quick one, she felt a little nervous waiting for ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/707910/</link>
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			<title>The Red Bear</title>
			<description>About what I think would have happened if the Soviet Union was faced with the decision of either economic collapse, or an invasion of the U.S.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.-James/707906/</link>
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