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		<description>The original writings of author Eversea</description>
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			<title>I Remember Wind</title>
			<description>A girl travels through life, listening to the innocence of the wind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/1763176/</link>
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			<title>To Make Amends</title>
			<description>After the apocalypse, a young woman tries to avenge the wrong she did her sister.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/1438156/</link>
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			<title>Beauty Makes Life Worth Living</title>
			<description>Despite all the pain it just keeps giving
Beauty makes life worth living</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/1132351/</link>
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			<title>How Mountains Grow</title>
			<description>A mountain straining for the sky and the girl that lives in its shadow.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/1072623/</link>
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			<title>Burning Whispers</title>
			<description>Those the world bends toward and reaches for are sought for more than friendship and the company of more life heat. Those who reach back, who want nothing more than to lose themselves completely in th</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/1067514/</link>
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			<title>Whispers</title>
			<description>Ella sat alone, curled among the roots of a tree. Sand mingled with the grass around her, sticking to her feet, her hem dress brushing her ankles. The beach stretched before her and then the ocean took over. Dusk had just appeared and the world seemed to pause for a moment, hold its breath, caught i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/1067506/</link>
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			<title>Music</title>
			<description>An Orchestra</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/1058032/</link>
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			<title>Follow Me</title>
			<description>Nobody is effected by death anymore. The Cold just kills to many.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/956696/</link>
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			<title>River Song</title>
			<description>Dancingfingers. Theswish of a pen. Ahalf open window.Abreeze off a river. Warmspring day,withthe sounds of birds.Swayingtrees,thatleave shadows on paper. Asmall room.Asmall girl. Eyeswide with words. Adesk and a chair. Abed right be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/883972/</link>
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			<title>I Have A Heartache</title>
			<description>I have a heartache,A hollow in my spirit.Long ago I left a home, A place with crashing waves and beaches. There was hot desert sand,All colours of reds, browns and whites.There I left behind rainforests,Lush with the smell of life.There I left mountains, That were..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/842987/</link>
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			<title>My Ocean Home</title>
			<description>Dabbling with poetry again...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/830247/</link>
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			<title>A Sparkling Ocean Dream</title>
			<description>My attempt at a pantoum poem. haha. Good luck reading it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/830240/</link>
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			<title>Her Eyes</title>
			<description>Eyes have many emotions</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/826110/</link>
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			<title>Heartsong</title>
			<description>It was her heartsong that did it. Her heartsong was what made people love her and hate that they did. Her heartsong that tore emotions from them they didn&amp;rsquo;t want to feel. Her heartsong that made them </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/824452/</link>
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			<title>Haunted Life</title>
			<description>Tales of a fire that never happened.....light in a long deserted house....screams that echo at night.....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/817844/</link>
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			<title>I Remember Wind</title>
			<description>I remember wind. I remember the taste of it as I parted my lips to laugh with it. I remember the feel of it, brushing against my skin in welcome. I remember how cold and harsh it could be and how warm and soft. I remember how I loved it.I used to fly with it. I used to jump and not come down for hou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/814399/</link>
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			<title>Morning Mist</title>
			<description>A gray morning mistSmelling of sweet dew churningSoft green grass swaying</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/814375/</link>
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			<title>Chasing Forest</title>
			<description>Nature can't be controlled, but control is learned through Friendship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/791260/</link>
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			<title>Another New Adventure</title>
			<description>1) Read 'A New Adventure' 
2) Read 'A New Adventure Again'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/789277/</link>
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			<title>A New Adventure...Again</title>
			<description>Read 'A New Adventure' first. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/789094/</link>
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			<title>Blood of the Dead</title>
			<description>There's only one thing that a person like me wants from life. To kill. I can do it without emotion, without fear and without reserve...because everything I love has already been taken away from me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/789010/</link>
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			<title>A New Adventure</title>
			<description>So maybe I have 0% self preservation capability and have the habit of running after demons, annoying all the wrong people and the incapability to shut up, but....I'm pretty awesome.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ProdigyWriter/789005/</link>
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