http://slow.writerscafe.org/sarsarisme The original writings of author Sarah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049509 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A summer’s morning is what I love the most. The sun alwaysrises, smiling down on everyone and everything, greeting everyone into theirmorning. Sometimes it annoys me when I’m sleeping, but today is different.Today is one of those days when nothing else matters but the thing that ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarsarisme/1110747/ Photography, I have always been interested in it. I have noidea why though, from young, I always had a camera in my hands. I love takingphoto’s I guess; it’s one of my hobbies. I would love to share this hobby withsomeone, anyone. The problem is, no one wants to know me. I wonder w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarsarisme/1110746/ Opal is this girl who likes art. Andy is this boy who is really popular with everyone else. 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