http://slow.writerscafe.org/wadester44 The original writings of author wadester en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1778894096 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Untitled  I feel like a single blade of grass growing upon top, of a big, black desolate mountain. The mountain top extends up into the dark, lonely sky. I grow sparingly through out the years. The cold, bitter wind tossing my life violently back and forth, trying to up root my weakening hold. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wadester44/1272210/