http://slow.writerscafe.org/djdopeslap The original writings of author djdopeslap en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776221298 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15             Every morning, she was there. Always, she sat crumpled like a paper swan, her long skirt fanned on the floor. The crooked lines of her wrists stood out, thin brushstrokes of white, delicate against the brown tile floor. She applied.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djdopeslap/314165/ Away, alone, the lapwing criesAs the sun risesOver the mist-filled fieldBut for the soldier walking down along the road,Carrying his case,He neither hears nor seesAnd for so many, the sun rising marks the start of another dayThat from the world�s Crayola box, would have a n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djdopeslap/225862/ Aurum TemporePhotographers call it the golden hour. In the last hour of sunlight before the day draws to a close, light is soft and diffuse. Shadows are no longer pinned darkly to the ground, no longer silhouettes. The bodies finally go, and shadows are free to leach into the sky, the grass and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djdopeslap/225856/