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			<title>1</title>
			<description>Definitely not finished with this one yet, but could use constructive criticism.</description>
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			<title>TBD</title>
			<description>My friends have encouraged me to write about my experiences living in a van for the past several years. I journal daily anyway, so I'm trying to see if I can put it all together in a coherent story.</description>
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			<title>Wind</title>
			<description>Justyou honey? Hispatronizing tone echoes in my ears as I watch him gather a glass andsilverware from the empty place across from me.Awarm breeze sweeps through the patio turning the pages of the book Ibrought along for show. ACape Hatteras morning in the middle of Salt Lake Ci..</description>
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			<title>Small Victory</title>
			<description>Iknew it would happen. &amp;nbsp;        Everyyear Fall comes barging in demanding to know what I plan to dowith my lifenow that the distractions of summer have faded.&amp;nbsp;        Movesomewhere warm.Obviously.Somewhere where summer isn&amp;rsquo;tending.&amp;nbsp;        Buthere..</description>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>I made you lunch.Yousaid we should break up.Ihadn't realized how much youhate tofu.Iknow you better now. Athousand lunches, dinners, breakfasts later.Breakfastsare my favorite.Softmorning light.Justyou, meourkitchen table. </description>
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			<title>Beyond Mars</title>
			<description>It's the year 2142, Earth is a wasteland and the wealthy (or skilled) are now occupying Mars - but the younger generation of Martians have found a way out. </description>
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