http://slow.writerscafe.org/swh374 The original writings of author Jody Rowe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093354 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Indian Sea frothed onto the beach like a rabid animal, ripping those lazy tourists by the dreads into its tide and freeing them at the last second to swim hands over head for their lives back to the glossy barefoot-beaten sand.  Being in the state we were, Jake and I pumped our fists ecstat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swh374/918525/ A drive through the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swh374/790618/