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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>Pain strips you off your inhibitions like the rain washes you inside and out. And in as much the same way that rain leaves behind ripples on its outpoor, pain betrays your vulnerability and leaves you scars that even time can&amp;rsquo;t heal.I hate the rain, always have. But it didn&amp;rsquo;t compare to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KitSydney/1356099/</link>
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			<title>Open Book</title>
			<description>The book that you&amp;rsquo;re reading may have kept you wishing for a life that&amp;rsquo;s too farfetched to be realized, but the figures that you&amp;rsquo;re sketching still show that even a little hoping can still work its magic on your dreams.Her life in its being is a tragedy still in the making. Twenty-..</description>
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			<title>The Hallowed Halls</title>
			<description>Life&amp;rsquo;s a paradox of the unexpected&amp;#2013266048;&quot;it takes you through a journey to the great unknown and shapes you through your own alterations. But even the desert, with its heated misgivings, hides an oasis of comfort and relief, and it&amp;rsquo;s only when you hold on to that single strand of ..</description>
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			<title>The Fountain</title>
			<description>A rebel within's begging to burst free and the superficial's threatening to put a cork on it. In a dead-end, deadlock happens and sentimentality becomes your only way out---for now, at least.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KitSydney/1048934/</link>
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			<title>The Flight</title>
			<description>Suicide's a breakneck game-over. For though you hadn't committed it literally, you know you already did figuratively. And that made all the difference.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KitSydney/1048929/</link>
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			<title>Paper Roses</title>
			<description>Superficiality at its worst. Some things aren't really what they seem to be.</description>
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