http://slow.writerscafe.org/Onceawiseowl The original writings of author Megan Doeden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775418749 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Things we LoseThings We Lose: "Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."The way she used to look into my eyes while she rubs her delicate hands against my arm every time we said our hellos and goodbyes and standing here before and emptied out lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Onceawiseowl/2090529/ 'my head is f*****g pounding, and who the f**k is in my shower?' I think to myself as i try to sit up. I must have drank way too much last night.  I can't seem to move an inch without my head spinning around my body. Crashing back down into the pillow i hear the shower stop. 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