http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pakhtun_gem The original writings of author Sarrah.246 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043696 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Isn’t it terrible sad?How we make it our life’s mission to be rid of imperfections?They are needed for a balance, yin and yang, dark and light, this is order of nature. These flaws are personality, anyone that disagrees hasn’t discovered the same epiphany as us.Don’t fuss wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pakhtun_gem/1346026/ I remember as a young childbeing in the bathbeing on the beachholding sand and waterI remember knowing I could hold anythingThe faith I could hold everythingAnythingYet I still recall clear as day the confusionyet how deeply fascinating it wasto hold some thingswide eyed to see them slip through my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pakhtun_gem/1346025/ I knew a girl who loved to read,and maybe that’s why,her house never felt like home.she didn't belong,trapped in the cold magnolia walls,and she had to get out.so she went to the library,and found a black leather chair,curled up in there, and read.and she read and read,until her eyes became bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pakhtun_gem/1342528/ be young.go outside and run aroundsit in fields and talk about lifewithout worrying about grass stains on your clothes.go as high as you can on swingsand pretend you can fly again.play your favourite music loud,louder.LOUDER. blast it,play in parks,read books about pirates and princesses in towers,l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pakhtun_gem/1342527/ I want a love like you see in the movies. 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