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			<title>Love Lights the Sky</title>
			<description>&quot;I've seen an angel once!&quot; A fellow sinner says,&quot;She had the most glorius eyes,&amp;nbsp;And the most sun-shiny red blooming across her cheeks.&amp;nbsp;I saw her once in the manger,A god-given gift sprawled across her arms,Glittering in my veiw.She stayed there, day and night looking at that child,He never..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The rope is scraggly. I pull outward, slowly descending a rigid entrance of a long mined cave. Pak is below me, gripping the worn string tightly, studying this new terrain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You're going to feel a small lurch in about three seconds, but do not fear Pak, it&amp;rsquo;s normal!&amp;rdquo; I shout. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Arsalan Yuliandi&amp;rdquo;The man's accent is thick with sour annoyance. Understandable given the dense smoke curling up from a horrific crater of the volcano and the sweaty men swearing at brutal heat.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;You caught me... here!&amp;rdquo; I say. A simple, but quite effective use of words ..</description>
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			<title>Give Me Peace</title>
			<description>We all bow low, for the man in the robeAs he bids us to stand again.Then he waves his hands over empty platters, and calls out his father's name.&quot;Dear God!&quot; He cries &quot;Give us delights, please father oh won't you please?&quot;And as if the great father could hear, the plates fill up with meat.All the men ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	His large hands wrapped around the shirt, she knew there was no escape. Yet she tried anyway. There was no amount of pain that she wouldn't go through just so that she could get away. If there was even a slight chance that she could get away, she would take every ounce of it.	She twisted in the man..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kai2mcvay/2770208/</link>
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			<title>Soot on the Surface</title>
			<description>A twist on the popular Cinderella story.</description>
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			<title>You're My Own</title>
			<description>About a boy and his father traveling into the dangerous mines of Kawah Ljen, this story tells of the true devastation of life underground.</description>
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