http://slow.writerscafe.org/dannstack The original writings of author Dann Stack en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776556771 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                                   Once in a place unknown, in a timeyet to be, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse sat around a table c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dannstack/1688430/ What is it about gazing upon a star,That makes you feel not quite so far?For I know when I stand bathed in its lightThat somewhere you too stand out in the night.And when I gaze upon the moonDoes it mean I’ll see you soon?For in the art of the cosmos painted hereI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dannstack/1437746/ After Zeke’s death, Iwent back to Lee-Ann and things were quiet for a while. About a month later, Fangsuddenly showed up at our door. 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