http://slow.writerscafe.org/natashikia The original writings of author carla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024848 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sun was breaking through the last remnants ofnight as the sounds of Beethoven’s Bagatelle No. 25 filtered out of a home. Sherrywas an elderly woman of about 67 years old who had never lost her love for the piano.It was always at the break of dawn that Sherry decided to play as if we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natashikia/2043768/ “I do” He vowed to the woman he had fallen in lovewith in the last four years. In that moment he joined his life with the one whohad just vowed her life to him as well. A man and woman had just made a lifelong promise that brought joy and happiness to their families as well as the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natashikia/2043766/ Life for Samantha is full of moments that will drag her through tough times. 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