http://slow.writerscafe.org/tasha_1708 The original writings of author Lei en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054730 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   On the beach I rollmy fingers around the surfaceof a tiny pebble in the sand.I see it as a mighty rock,a million years past.Travelling with it in the rolling tides,I feel the touch of many hands.Through this tiny shard of rock I seeinto the heart of things,the aweso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tasha_1708/343674/   I shuffled along one windy day,my cane rap-rap-rapping the tarmac floor, withstooping back and hair in my ears gone grey,wrinkled skin and sagging jowls and shaking hands.My old-man smell clogged my hairy nostrils,but that morning none of it bothered me,not even a little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tasha_1708/343276/