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			<title>Light and Dark</title>
			<description>Yet another &quot;rush job&quot; I pieced together.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbrowneventing/2103690/</link>
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			<title>Sightless</title>
			<description>Just something I came up with rather quickly. I'm not sure if I like it...</description>
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			<title>Mad World</title>
			<description>A short piece about the horrors of the Holocaust. </description>
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			<title>Spoken Silence</title>
			<description>A short story I wrote a few years ago about a periodically psychotic mute and her struggle to maintain sanity.</description>
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			<title>Isn't Less, More?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Are you crazy? She&amp;rsquo;s Schizophrenic.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Those words will forever haunt me.&amp;nbsp;I am not a disorder&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I may struggle with symptoms,&amp;nbsp;But there is much more to see,&amp;nbsp;Despite anyone&amp;rsquo;s hardships&amp;nbsp;There is much more to be.&amp;nbsp;More than you know--..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbrowneventing/2069159/</link>
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			<title>We Are</title>
			<description>Not really a story, but a short piece I wrote a while back regarding personal experience with mental illness.</description>
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			<title>The Forest</title>
			<description>Flowers melt to acid red--Dying rosesLonely blooms underfed.Their petaled carcasses reekSoured by the sun,Emanating the sweetest of odors,Their eyeless facesRendered stiff and glum.Eventually, only thorned skeletons remain,Over shrouded by bracken;Each thorn boasts a point,Though their hollow stems ..</description>
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