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			<title>Late Night Gas Station Crew</title>
			<description>A place I hang out on Saturday nights after work; whenever I leave, it feels like I've played a part in something different..almost like a movie scene.  </description>
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			<title>Havens and Horizons</title>
			<description>a brief look into the life of someone who struggled with a form of abuse as a child and young adult</description>
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			<title>Coming Home to Me</title>
			<description>Five years ago, I thought I would die before I was seventeen.  Here I am today, in my own home, with someone who will come home to me, and someone to come home to.  How incredible it is to love. </description>
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			<title>Quiet Aching</title>
			<description>there are days still when i feel the world has fallen from beneath my feet
and even the one who is closest to me can't understand why i mourn, or what i am mourning.  it's difficult. </description>
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			<title>progression</title>
			<description>a marvel at what love can become</description>
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