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			<title>A Charred Tree </title>
			<description>	&quot;This sky&quot;, he thought to himself as he drove down the empty road. &quot;It seems like the whole world has been set on fire.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He couldn't tell what exactly made him fell this way. Maybe it was the heavy grey clouds, spread out like a cloak of ash and smoke,&amp;nbsp;seemingly forever. Maybe it was the..</description>
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