http://slow.writerscafe.org/KindaCursed The original writings of author KindaCursed en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047035 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your guitarin your callused handswood, metal, and stringacting as an extensionof your very essence. You are the musical soulplaying through lonely nights,despite the incessant noise--the cacophony of the world--the deaf ear turned to your song. You strum on, needing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KindaCursed/256289/ The news broke:there was an earthquake.  Your words ripped along the fault line and left me trembling in their wakeshaking uncontrollablyas silent tears and uncertainty run down my dirty face.  My foundation is too weaknow brittle and cracked from stress--too flawed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KindaCursed/253665/ I am a nomad and seldom hold anything old or familiarwe cannot carry in our arms. The days push and pull meeddies in the river dragging mefar from your roots. 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