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			<title>Toward Torture</title>
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			<title>Amber and Big Bear -- Part One</title>
			<description>Poetic Narrative</description>
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			<title>Inspired</title>
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			<title>Glenheath Again</title>
			<description>Childhood Memories</description>
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			<title>Raining Resonance</title>
			<description>After three days of heavy rains</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myra-Lochner/744030/</link>
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			<title>Faceless Faces</title>
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			<title>Love is the Word of Loss</title>
			<description>Spiritual Reflection</description>
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			<title>Stars and Pebbles</title>
			<description>She stood in front of the poster, staring at herself. Suddenly a small voice said:She is beautiful, is she not?She looked at the small, freckle-faced girl. Then bowed down and lifted her chin. So are you! she whispered.No. The tiny word is firm. I am but a poor little girl. She is so beautiful, ever..</description>
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			<title>A Way to Walk Away</title>
			<description>Pondering Past</description>
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			<title>00:00</title>
			<description>Written at midnight</description>
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