http://slow.writerscafe.org/amaranthine1987 The original writings of author Amaranthine Lover en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775418708 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 here is what I hold in my hand.tales to be told. written  unknown, how thereis no origin. there is nothing. to be madeof these old bones, creaking. just bringsus closer to the end, the way stories begin.and voices, which can no longer be heard. they stare at images conceived by memory. hum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amaranthine1987/1326928/ sun sauntering, sun filteringstreaming through most moist silver branchesand I hear in the distance calling,a tune most sad, to be rememberedmost assuredly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amaranthine1987/1326921/