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			<title>MEANT TO BE</title>
			<description>Life's pieces </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1853051/</link>
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			<title>Dreaming of you</title>
			<description>Fairytale love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1832835/</link>
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			<title>A whisper</title>
			<description>Finding a connection</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1830291/</link>
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			<title>Grace</title>
			<description>Because I have hope and grace I never give upAlthough I never hear: you look prettyAlthough I never hear: you don't let me downAlthough I never hear: I love youAlthough I never hear: let me hold you and make what hurts betterI have hope, I have grace, and I never give upAlt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1594274/</link>
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			<title>HIDDEN REFLECTIONS</title>
			<description>GROWING AND LETTING GO</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1356890/</link>
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			<title>RIVERS BEND</title>
			<description>She's the river and where she goes no on knows, she rides alone and rises above when least resisted. Time will tell all, and only heaven knows. He's the point of seperation, he's her strongest temptation. Sometimes a bridge crosses the two back but in the end he's at one point she at the other, each..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1345830/</link>
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			<title>SHADOWS</title>
			<description>waiting to be noticed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1345757/</link>
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			<title>merry go around</title>
			<description>same trailer, different park, age unkown, three kids and two more on the way... the cycle contineus just like her mama, and her mama before that. where it stops, and when it stops who knows.., its traditionher children will do the same, its all they know. will they finish school, maybe, will they be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1135883/</link>
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			<title>WORDS</title>
			<description>the heart sometimes speak louder than words can ever say</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1059252/</link>
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			<title>HERE WE GO AGAIN</title>
			<description>no answers to why no regard for life and lives</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/1016779/</link>
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			<title>HOME</title>
			<description>MEANS SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS TO MANY PEOPLE</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/975185/</link>
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			<title>WRONG</title>
			<description>everyone should be accepted as they are or turn away and keep walking</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/972048/</link>
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			<title>ALL THAT I SEE</title>
			<description>ALL THAT I SEE&amp;nbsp;Flowers in the sky, diamond shaped eyes see right through me.&amp;nbsp;Some are strong and hold the rain, some are fragile and wilt. &amp;nbsp;Some are even so delicate the heat makes them fade, I myself&amp;nbsp;know which one am I, which one are you?&amp;nbsp;If I turn my back for a second, wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/969198/</link>
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			<title>GOD HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR</title>
			<description>I am not sure why but yesterday started like any other day, but didn't end that way.&amp;nbsp; I picked up my son from his school therapy program, and it was like a spinning top came through the doors. I looked at the lady at the front desk where you sign in and out, and asked ok who wound him up and fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/798188/</link>
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			<title>TEN YEARS LATER</title>
			<description>9-11-01 TEN YEARS LATER &amp;nbsp;On this day with no reason to why, except for pure hate, amongst the police, and fire rescue teams that perished, 3,051 children lost a parent or two. &amp;nbsp;There are three families that stand out in my mind amongst the millions of stories out there. One, ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/793406/</link>
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			<title>THE MAGIC OF A SWING</title>
			<description>I don't know what it is exactly about a swing and spring and how they go hand in hand, but they do. I took my son to the park today, it's a sunday afternoon and a rare sixty five in January, too irresistable to pass up. He really doesn't like to swing high unless I'm with him. Now I know at a techni..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/763201/</link>
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			<title>LOST: ONE FUNNY BONE, REWARD: SANITY</title>
			<description>Somewhere in this house is my funny bone, I've lost it somewhere, I don't know how i lost it, where I lost it or when, but it's gone missing. I think I lost it on the day I went for my radiation treatment, the laser beam must of sucked it out, it could of also been the day i signed my child up for a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/758070/</link>
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			<title>EDGE</title>
			<description>On the edge with youAm I leaving youOr loving you&amp;nbsp;What about youOut on the edgeHanging on by a single thread&amp;nbsp;Spining my head, turing it inside outThere's blood pouring out, where our hearts used to beOut on the edge with you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/755993/</link>
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			<title>ALL NIGHT</title>
			<description>Not exactly what you think</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/755971/</link>
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			<title>NO NAME</title>
			<description>a third persons dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/754941/</link>
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			<title>WINDOWS</title>
			<description>a picasos interpretation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/754918/</link>
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			<title>Ode To My Stuffy Nose</title>
			<description>title says enough</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/748813/</link>
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			<title>Thy Own Heart</title>
			<description>Let thy own heart be thy own truthListen hard enough and it speaksHear it......The painting I paintIs a portrait of colorsA portrait of you Seasons change&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;andThe wind blows, take a breath, feel itIt's a &amp;nbsp;different direction&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/748772/</link>
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			<title>Who Are You</title>
			<description>mother and child relationship</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/748501/</link>
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			<title>Enveloped</title>
			<description>There is something about a warm shower, hot as i can take it till my skin starts to shrivel. I love the way the hot water envelopes me, i close my eyes, breathing in the steam, hearing the water fall against my body soothes my aches my tensin, i just mediate now. Sometimes i talk with god, and somet..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/745706/</link>
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			<title>ANGEL WITH A VIEW</title>
			<description>ANGEL WITH A VIEW&amp;nbsp;There she sat, cold air swirling aroundWhen i looked at her face, i can see the anguishEyes filled with water, as she blinked it rolledrolling down her cheek, over and over againHer chest heaved heavily, she was in deep pain over somethingAs i watched, she sat so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traveling-mind/738849/</link>
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