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		<title>Today in #amwriting #nano Hidi&#8230;</title>
		<description>Today in #amwriting #nano Hiding amongst the treasures of the costume closet. Plus, I should his 10M today! </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/today-in-amwriting-nano-hidi/</link>
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		<title>The scrivener transcribed as f&#8230;</title>
		<description>The scrivener transcribed as fast as pen and memory would allow, but the parchment and mankind's knowledge dissolved to motes of dust. #vss </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/the-scrivener-transcribed-as-f/</link>
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		<title>The day she buried her 108 yea&#8230;</title>
		<description>The day she buried her 108 year old daughter was the day she realized the pacts she'd made in life had yielded only undying tragedy. #vss </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/the-day-she-buried-her-108-yea/</link>
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		<title>Tucked tight, the child yawned&#8230;</title>
		<description>Tucked tight, the child yawned, murmured it was too bright out his window. I took my kerchief and wiped clean the stars from the glass. #vss </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/tucked-tight-the-child-yawned/</link>
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		<title>Car ride going on hour 16. Onl&#8230;</title>
		<description>Car ride going on hour 16. Only time for gas and toilet. Ate on the road. Still so much distance to put between her son and his father. #vss </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/car-ride-going-on-hour-16-onl/</link>
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		<title>The bell on the door announces&#8230;</title>
		<description>The bell on the door announces more hungry folks to Sally's Diner. My neck aches from turning at every chime. Still I sit alone. #vss </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/the-bell-on-the-door-announces/</link>
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		<title>Two days, the words just pour &#8230;</title>
		<description>Two days, the words just pour out of me. Third day, I'm straining for every one. Must. Push. Past. It. #amwriting #nano </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/two-days-the-words-just-pour/</link>
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		<title>She tugged the lace collar, pu&#8230;</title>
		<description>She tugged the lace collar, pulled at the satin, strained her neck. The wedding dress was a beautiful fit, but it was throttling her. #vss </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/she-tugged-the-lace-collar-pu/</link>
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		<title>Today in #amwriting #nano No b&#8230;</title>
		<description>Today in #amwriting #nano No bit of age or tarnish was going to steal the enchantment from the Dame Montclair Paramount Theater. </description>
		<link>http://jasoneverettmorris.com/blog/today-in-amwriting-nano-no-b/</link>
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		<title>He eyed the bugger squirrel, s&#8230;</title>
		<description>He eyed the bugger squirrel, slingshot taunt. Little did he know of their guerrilla tactics...until the second bugger counterattacked. #vss </description>
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