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		<description>The original writings of author Elisabeth </description>
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			<title>Torn </title>
			<description>RebornTelling him my deepest thoughts and desires&amp;nbsp;was like ripping a quilt apart by the seamsA quilt that had been painstakingly stitched for years by the hands that tried to shape me,not knowing that I had never wanted to be a quilt,but a birdWith willful wings to carry me away.And as the word..</description>
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			<title>4am</title>
			<description>There are two sides to every story.  </description>
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			<title>Summertime Goodbyes</title>
			<description>This summer was special. &amp;nbsp;Special, like a secret.  Special like a smile you share with only yourself. &amp;nbsp;Special like a glass of sweet tea on a day with nothing but heat, heat for miles and miles. Special - but maybe a little bit like a goodbye. &amp;nbsp;A last hurrah.  I think we knew, the thr..</description>
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