http://slow.writerscafe.org/gavinmichaels The original writings of author London and London, PLLC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071572 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is MY story, written in the hand of another man, on the borrowed prose of one more suited for spinning yarns and painting pictures. It is MY story though, do not mistake. I am? Was? Will be? Alas I can no longer tell. My time been long? Short? Again I can no longer conceptualize. Soon I will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavinmichaels/1386853/ AHHHHH MAKE IT STOP!!!!images thoughts whirling and swirlingCrashing together clashing together Opaque realities contradicting real lifeColors meeting melding destroying any semblance of realityThis is my life my day to day Painful and exquisite beautiful and discordantCan I contin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavinmichaels/1386704/ Not truly fiction. 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S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavinmichaels/1324577/ Shape of you.... I have missed you your whole lifeYou may not have known There was a hole It was the shape of you The time came and we talkedWe laughed and criedSpoke of likes and dislikesAnd I learned the shape of you You are wonderful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavinmichaels/1324326/ Just you.....  I just want to get to know youSpend some time in a quiet placeNo distraction no dysfunctionJust you... This may be to much to askThe quiet placeNo distractionJust you I understand the stressThe major change.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavinmichaels/1324323/ Chapter 2The rat tat tat of rain on the roof of the tent greeted Shiran as she came to consciousness. Opening her eyes slowly she took in her surroundings, a large tent with several sleeping forms. 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