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		<description>The original writings of author Elle </description>
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			<title>prayer </title>
			<description>how many concessions will suffice? we lay our clipped opinions on the tableplaced just so - we gun for appeasement from the top dogs; the meandering judgewho keeps his eye line over our shoulders,so flatly state his decree,&amp;ldquo;good enough.&amp;rdquo;it is a ceremony of people hunched fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2872298/</link>
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			<title>The People Outside</title>
			<description>the people outside and what of those sinewed souls?half carved out half eaten both alive and dead thattap their fingers against my windownot in hopes of warmth not in search of a curebut in surrender to the frost the bitter wind and its invisible handsshoving them against s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2872296/</link>
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			<title>madame</title>
			<description>that time in the car,driving at 60 through country roads, your roads,&amp;nbsp;the weather was cold and bright,nature's sounds were absorbed by the rev of your BMW,even my voice, seemed to diminish,amidst the journey's plough.you were giving me a lift into Fingal,a favor, a sweet act of kindness,drop me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2844275/</link>
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			<title>Being In Love</title>
			<description>It's funny - I feel like we, as humans, are continually on this search for 'love.' And I suppose the most, for lack of a better word, lovely image of that ideal is to love another person. You might say to me, 'how can you write an essay on love, when you're 17 and have never been in a romantic relat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2832266/</link>
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			<title>In Transit</title>
			<description>moments on a bus...yeah it sounds like a*s but hear me out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2832264/</link>
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			<title>the beckoning</title>
			<description>poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2824704/</link>
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			<title>lighthouse</title>
			<description>recently ive been trying to figure out how best to go about friendships and relationships...to hold onto but not to grab...to allow but not dismiss...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2820392/</link>
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			<title>it's a long way down the creak</title>
			<description>it's a long way down the creak, my dear,but follow the hissing of the spring,you can't go wrong with mindful ears,you'll hear the waters sing.it's a rough road to the glen, old friend,but watch for signs of times gone past,they'll show you where the path will bend,and lead you to the supple grass.th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2818175/</link>
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			<title>final words</title>
			<description>inspired by letting go of things you can't control. a lil rambling of my thoughts. hoping to find some peace from a certain situation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2818174/</link>
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			<title>it does not haunt</title>
			<description>I screamed until my throat burned -tired from the bitterness,I gathered dandelions and ashes andburned them all and bargained withthe universe to curse, curse, curse you.still, it did not haunt.I wove you cascades of silk and twine,&amp;nbsp;hoping to trap you in an everlasting worldwhere the days never..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2817875/</link>
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			<title>spilt rum</title>
			<description>preface: this is a hot mess - recently all my writings have been emotional rambles rather than carefully put together musings with structure and effective communication but...ah well! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caramellow/2817676/</link>
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