http://slow.writerscafe.org/highonfire The original writings of author highonfire en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  When it was summer and you missed winterAnd my feet always smelled like grass,And the only time you and I could ever climb up on my roofwas something like four in the morningBecause that was about when it was too early to get sunburned, And late enough for me to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highonfire/307003/ I am hungry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highonfire/306108/