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		<description>The original writings of author Terra </description>
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			<title>Words are words</title>
			<description>Always almost there.&amp;nbsp;Waiting for something, a moment, a change that never arrives.&amp;nbsp;Listening carefully, but the silence resonates.&amp;nbsp;Buzzing repeatedly.&amp;nbsp;An insect flying at my window.&amp;nbsp;Only to ricochet back to where it began.&amp;nbsp;Confronted with an invisible, imp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2313211/</link>
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			<title>Ghost Stories</title>
			<description>Where are you now?&amp;nbsp;Without a world, no memories left for you.&amp;nbsp;A heart never breaks within reason.&amp;nbsp;Emotions are such fickle things.&amp;nbsp;I watch and wait with the changing season,&amp;nbsp;It never comes, time lets me down each time.&amp;nbsp;You've always had more,&amp;nbsp;Power, courage, and im..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2177321/</link>
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			<title>Purple Rain</title>
			<description>The budding of these early hours,&amp;nbsp;Left with traces of tragic lust.&amp;nbsp;With this a kiss,The poisonous perils.Farewell friendship,From dust to dust.&amp;nbsp;Innocence bleeds astray.&amp;nbsp;Months of patient politeness.&amp;nbsp;Late twilight will become daylight,&amp;nbsp;By your side.But on this night,&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2114705/</link>
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			<title>100onehundred</title>
			<description>I wrote this in 2005. I was once of the first things I wrote and typed out, having usually written and sketched things out in notebooks. I was 18, and everything I knew about life was changing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2114407/</link>
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			<title>Fundamentals of memory</title>
			<description>Just going over something a wrote a little while back. I keep getting drawn into writing this story. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2105232/</link>
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			<title>Knowing She</title>
			<description>My experience in University making friends with a muslim girl. My heart hurts right now knowing what their community is going through. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2099987/</link>
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			<title>2 am</title>
			<description>Paddling through shallow waters. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2099536/</link>
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			<title>Desire</title>
			<description>Trying to learn that less can be more. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2099220/</link>
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			<title>Solace</title>
			<description>My attempt to overcome apathy. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2099024/</link>
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			<title>You are made of sun</title>
			<description>My very first publicly posted poem, so please be kind. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/terraincognita/2098852/</link>
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