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		<description>The original writings of author nightsun</description>
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			<title>THEN WHEN ...</title>
			<description>I wentthrough the threes and waited for the wind to fondle them.They didn&amp;rsquo;teven notice it.I decidedto go down to see the lake.And Istartled. I was sorry for not taking the compass.I calmeddown when I looked around &quot; &amp;nbsp;the lake was there, but already dried...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nightsun/980480/</link>
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			<title>LOVE</title>
			<description>it is a fragmentary prose taken from the book &quot;The Circuit&quot;. It units three cycles - &quot;Embryonic experiences&quot;, &quot;The root of human live&quot; and &quot;A Gate to...&quot; . This is form &quot;The root of human live&quot;</description>
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			<description>my 1st attempt in haiku</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nightsun/962949/</link>
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			<title>STAINS</title>
			<description>The beauty slowly was growing.Very hard and almost without a courage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nightsun/957354/</link>
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			<title>HOOK</title>
			<description>We are hanging on a barbarian hook.Without thoughtsWithout wordsWithout laughLost souls are roaming in gloomy infinity.Bodies of suffering in darkness are fallingapart.In agony they are twisting.Slowly are flying.Silently are fading. </description>
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			<title>THE APPEARING</title>
			<description>it is a fragmentary prose taken from the book  &quot;The Circuit&quot;. It units three cycles - &quot;Embryonic experiences&quot;, &quot;The root of human live&quot; and &quot;A Gate to...&quot; . The book is not published in English.</description>
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