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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>If I believed in second chances, I think I&amp;rsquo;d give one to you. Back to how you were the day we met, all smiles, reading on that rusted bench. Open, warm, inviting, like the faded book on your lap. I never thought I&amp;rsquo;d see the change in you, not so quickly at least. It was as if the switch ..</description>
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			<title>Whitecap Beach</title>
			<description>3:47 a.m. at Whitecap Beach. I picked at the chipping, red paint on the life guard stand sympathetically, as if it were being set free after all of those blistering hot and salty-aired days it withstood. The daily beach-goers, locals and tourists alike, were long gone, safely tucked into their warm ..</description>
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			<title>Realizations</title>
			<description>That night we stayed out under the stars was when it all came together, when I first started to realize I had always just been pretending. Six months of rehearsed interest and scripted lines. Trivial conversation and obligated confessions. As we watched that first distant spark go shooting p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natalierose/822581/</link>
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			<title>Infidelity</title>
			<description>I tend to fall hopelessly in love with everyone and everything around me. My fickle heart tugs relentlessly towards anything I can find even the smallest iota of beauty in. The sharp contours of your face in the moonlight. A perfectly written song. The sight of our long shadows cast across t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natalierose/821577/</link>
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			<title>Uninspired</title>
			<description>Swollen eyes from restless nights, I know you are starting to notice.&amp;ldquo;Looks like you&amp;rsquo;re a bit behind on sleep.&amp;rdquo;Well I&amp;rsquo;ve been trying to catch up, but I am finally starting to run out of breath.Stale clothes still worn from the day before, you mentioned that too.&amp;ldquo;Why don..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natalierose/821563/</link>
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			<title>Recollection and Repair</title>
			<description>A personal narrative/discovery essay about the strange relationship I had with my Grandmother.</description>
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