http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lushan The original writings of author Lushan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115393 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Soft….  Soft light filling the room with no particular beam.  Soft warm air wafts in without a current; just being there.  Soft skin clings to soft, yielding flesh.   Soft whispers of promises and dreams .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lushan/1064567/ Thespirit is split and thrown into themaelstrom.  Re          organised, metastasised,crystalized.  Lightand dark in Juxta/position,clearsilhouette defined. Thepath outlined.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lushan/1060853/ Darkeningskies; silence. Birdsdart high inupdraughts.  Whisper… Wind…soundcomes in rumbles as rolling cloudscover the last ofthe blue hope andthen CRACK! 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