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		<description>The original writings of author Catherine Donavon</description>
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			<title>Before the Storm</title>
			<description>Cloudsthe ugly yellow-greenof a week-old bruiseovertook the sky like plagueswelling and cramping the atmospherewith the restless, bloated insistenceof a fever-racked tongue.Silence rang in my earsas feathered gossip-mongers defectedto some secret storm haventaking their chatter with them.Anticipatio..</description>
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			<title>The Sail</title>
			<description>Sheets snap on the line in the morning breeze;Smells of dewy earth and Clorox bleach;I close my eyes and let my memory reach,And sail again with you on azure seas.Before our cotton diaper standard flewWe were a perfect cake-top man and wife;We skimmed the silken surface of our lifeCocooned aboard a ..</description>
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			<title>Morning Walk</title>
			<description>I walk outinto the fresh-bathed Morningdream steamy and utterly silent.Not even the birds dare breakthe fragile film of peace.I stand suspendedwithin a gray-green sphereenfolded and caressedby an atmosphereneither fog nor haze nor mist,but a ghostly gauzethat binds melifts meswirls methrough a blurr..</description>
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			<title>The Acres</title>
			<description>This is a series of four poems inspired by walks in a special nature preserve.</description>
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			<title>TINTYPES</title>
			<description>Dedicated to my ancestors</description>
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			<title>Weather Report</title>
			<description>Grey this morningAnd coolWith intermittent&amp;nbsp;ChirpingBecoming insistentInterrupted by&amp;nbsp;raucous cawing from the East.Patches of fogSlowlyClearing from my brainAs dreams dissipateAnd coffee moves in.PossibilityOf conscious thoughtLater in the morningWith a slight chance ofAccomplishmentAround n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdonavon/2119786/</link>
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			<title>LONGING</title>
			<description>A love of nature poem written August 22, 2015</description>
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