http://slow.writerscafe.org/rasha0alhourani The original writings of author Asha Raphael en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776241720 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 And she tells herself it is okay to cry. She tries to keep focused on the thought; “this too shall pass”, but the pain doesn't seem to be fading away. Two years worth of tears rolling down her eyes all at once. She tries to breathe through it but the amount of pain is too much and she en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rasha0alhourani/1311983/ My conscience is perfectly clear, good luck with yours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rasha0alhourani/1221129/ What makes something simple is the fact that you understand it; when it makes sense to you and you get how it works. Having many details doesn't necessarily make it complicated. Talking about things to the last detail and making everything clear actually makes things simple. 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