http://slow.writerscafe.org/ticklebelle The original writings of author Anna Writes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013039 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 THE HANGAR I remembered one time when I was around fifteen I was at our store lying down on a mat on the floor and I just woken up from a siesta. We had this “estante” made of glass and freshly-baked bread lined the trays. I squinted through the glass just where a shaft of light hit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ticklebelle/2823618/ It was low tide and the water reached just a little above my ankles. I stood in the water viewing the far-off lights shining brightly from the houses along the coastline of Hartman beach. The air softly touched my face as the overwhelming feeling of serenity embraced me like a blanket; familiarly co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ticklebelle/2823616/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ticklebelle/2823615/ Have you ever felt that? 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