http://slow.writerscafe.org/pdumont1 The original writings of author pdumont1 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775524464 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Recently I moved about 1,000 miles from home on a whim because the grass looked greener. I learned crab grass grows anywhere when you are the landscaper.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdumont1/1165171/ "death, destruction, hurt"no, thats not rightthe next line i have no idea what to insert."love, affection,feelings of great!"s**t, that isnt right.i have no feelings that can relate"a sound, a noise, a great big Thud!"F**K! I GIVE UP!these thoughts are getting backed up like a historic flood"nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdumont1/1165081/ somehow these abrasive, sandy words were cast in such a way that they became a glass window into my own soul... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdumont1/1163305/