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			<title>Being Human Again</title>
			<description>Growing up in the hustle and bustle of New York City, I was indoctrinated into the cutthroat capitalist culture from an early age. Conversations revolved around professions and making money &quot;Hi, I'm David, I work at...&quot; was the standard opener, quickly followed by &quot;What do you do?&quot; We were raised on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2887616/</link>
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			<title>When will spring come?</title>
			<description>Winter's chill won't yield, relentless&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Darker days, damper souls, friendlessRare bright moments, sun's quick teaseFrozen hopes as harsh winds wheezeFebruary's promise unkept&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Snow still thick where cold air crept&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;March rains soak through weary coats&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Spring'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2885583/</link>
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			<title>A City Kid's Rural Renaissance</title>
			<description>Dragged from the concrete jungle's grasp,Young Tyler, eyes glued to his phone's glass,Grumbled and groaned, &quot;No Wi-Fi? No TV?How am I supposed to survive out here, ma?&quot;The countryside, a foreign terrain,Devoid of skyscrapers and neon's reign,Felt like a prison, a digital detox imposed,His thumbs itc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2884398/</link>
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			<title>New Yorker In Lisbon</title>
			<description>In Lisbon's embrace, a bodega unfurlsIts fragrant tendrils, a world within worlds.Old souls perched on stools, time's gentle pearls,Watching life's river meander and swirl.Soccer's symphony drifts through the air,Punctuated by laughter's bright staccato.A stark contrast to New York's frenetic flair,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2884075/</link>
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			<title>Do We Have Free Will?</title>
			<description>One of the most longstanding questions in philosophy is whether we truly have free will when it comes to making choices. At first glance, it seems obvious that we do - we make countless conscious decisions every day about what to eat, what to wear, how to spend our time, and so on. However, when you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2883934/</link>
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			<title>Lost Religion, Found God: The Seeker's Journey</title>
			<description>Shackles of creed, traditions decreed,Weighed down my soul with dogma's greed.Rituals and rules, a gilded cage,Failed to unveil truth's sacred page.Hypocrisy reigned in hallowed halls,Erecting fortresses of towering walls.Religion's garb, a masquerade,Concealed the divine light's true shade.Yet deep..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2883790/</link>
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			<title> Echoes of Battle</title>
			<description>The years have marched on, scores untold,Yet still I hear the cannons' roar.Those youthful faces, forever etched,My brothers lost in brutal war.Jack's bright smile snuffed out too soon,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A burst of shrapnel stole his life.And Harold, struck down in no man's land,Their voices silenced midst..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2883701/</link>
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			<title>Cheap Magic Trick Gone Wrong</title>
			<description>A pathetic small-town magician's cheap trick to make his barmaid assistant &quot;disappear&quot; goes awry when she actually vanishes into thin air, suggesting he has stumbled into forces beyond his rudimentary</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2883699/</link>
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			<title>A naked man floating in space</title>
			<description>Ricky and Assam begrudgingly work as space junkies, tasked with the mundane chore of collecting debris left behind by asteroid mining operations. Their job involves piloting their spacecraft through s</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwrites/2883696/</link>
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