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		<description>The original writings of author MIngram</description>
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			<title>The Demise of Fear</title>
			<description>We find ourselves the most when in the thick of dismay, absent of solace, and on the precipice of insanity. It is within these timesthat our conscious speaks without echo and static, connecting the gap betweenmind and soul; we think without pretense, and the far away light at the end ofthe tun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/771001/</link>
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			<title>Truth</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;d be more content with a distantwave than an intimate caress.&amp;nbsp;For I know that one is certain and the mannerin which it was delivered was almost systematical. &amp;nbsp;The window for misinterpretation is small.&amp;nbsp;and we will continue to live our livesfantasizing about..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/760318/</link>
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			<title>An exaggerated thought</title>
			<description>Just a Draft- 
I am not this melancholy in reality- A poem to remind me what is important in life. What does it mean to you?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/732460/</link>
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			<title>A Tradgedy</title>
			<description>We must stay true to ourselves no matter the circumstance. In the end, it is all that matters.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/727520/</link>
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			<title>Growth</title>
			<description>I.Q is but a learning gameWe are all the same at birthStones will cast like cold rain&amp;nbsp;as we walk this barren earthRun to the trees for shelterthe roots will make you fallIn the winter those trees will die&amp;nbsp;and you will pray for spring&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/727397/</link>
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			<title>Ch.3 of my book: Papi</title>
			<description>Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was a dark and cold Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; The tinyapartment that Fernando and his family lived in smelled of mold, and there weremaggots eating up rotted bits of drywall that had fallen to the ground.&amp;nbsp;Fernando&amp;rsquo;s weary head was glued to the pillow.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/717709/</link>
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			<title>Why we breathe</title>
			<description>What we hold onto.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/717059/</link>
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			<title>Intimacy</title>
			<description>The only moments we spent alone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/715648/</link>
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			<title>I Am</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/715279/</link>
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			<title>Inevitability of provocative thought.</title>
			<description>I would like to write,Without lament-Fresh and trueAbout a new day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/714340/</link>
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			<title>Chapter one of my untitled story</title>
			<description>Fernando waking up to a all too familiar world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/714004/</link>
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			<title>Chapter one of my untitled story</title>
			<description>Fernando is a dynamic character, always balancing on the edge of adolescence and adulthood. Very soon he will be forced into one of these lifestyles.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/714003/</link>
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			<title>Lust</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/713847/</link>
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			<title>Paradox of the mind</title>
			<description>A reconciliation found in something that was seemingly lost.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/713846/</link>
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			<title>A Bad Suggestion</title>
			<description>Two brothers in war stricken Africa have nothing to rely on but their estranged fathers last advice.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/713753/</link>
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			<title>Sub-Conscious</title>
			<description>We all have the voice inside our head that we often push to the back of it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxIngram/713332/</link>
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