http://slow.writerscafe.org/isabeladelarte The original writings of author Isabel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776203467 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When youmake a vow, it becomes truthWhatever mayhappen it must be fulfilled, soWhen Ilearned his affinity to blindnessI havedecided that I should notBe ofsuperior to him;If he couldnot see the world I, too, shouldnot see its wonder.I coveredmy eyes with the white cloth Joined himin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabeladelarte/1241606/ It seems you practiced asceticism : stood in one toe in the snow for seven and ten years, to learn the secret of my death.So there, one day, you struck me With your hundred thousand arrows In such full accuracy,No space in my body Thicker than two inchesThat was not pier.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabeladelarte/1240267/