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			<title>A Clouded Decision</title>
			<description>Three bottles...three shots,Like all pioneers,he sat and he stared as he swallowed his fears...He slammed the glass down on the whiskey stained bar,Screamed&quot;gimme another,&quot; and found the keys to his car.His time here was done,they denied him &quot;one more.&quot;He stood and he staggered&amp;nbsp;as he searched f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvolutionMan/742601/</link>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>My mind abandons me tonight .It does not comfort me with fragrant smells nor gentle sounds. It does not warm me with heart's embrace or will's desire to accompany my presence throughout this journey.Instead, It offers thick rivers of life's disillusions. So, I wait and watch in horror as my canvas i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvolutionMan/735857/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>I stand quietly in the distance,watching...waiting beneath this willow tree.&amp;nbsp;It's so beautiful in it's existence...it's arms stretched out offering me&amp;nbsp;protection from the cruel noon sun. It's the only one for miles, barely&amp;nbsp;noticable from the beaten path yet, i have found it , again, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvolutionMan/735322/</link>
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			<title>The storm</title>
			<description>It's been quiet here....at my favorite place. My toes buried deep within the sandaccepting the forgotten comfort of a high tide. The air is thin and silent...drierthan it should be...a pale comparison to its predicessor which inhabited thismajestic place not so very long ago.&amp;nbsp;	I come here often..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvolutionMan/735313/</link>
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			<title>Friend</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FRIENDI found the perfect friend todaymom says &amp;nbsp;i should have moreI really hope this one is nice,not like the ones before.Most kids laugh and tease me some&amp;nbsp;they wont help me up the stairsMomma says it aint my fault &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;says,&quot;god meant ..</description>
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