http://slow.writerscafe.org/a1devera2 The original writings of author deveraa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040014 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My feet are made of lead as I climb the stairs, are there really all that many?  I feel like this is my climb to the summit of Everest.  After what seems like days on those stairs, I reach the door, I can feel the electric tingle of apprehension on my knuckles as I reach up to knock. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a1devera2/382285/ I had a sweetheart once, a long while ago, that moved away. For awhile I thought about going to visit her, but life intervened. This piece is about a dream I had a few days after she left of our "reunion" that would never happen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a1devera2/382279/ Memoir of a first acquaintance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a1devera2/382275/