http://slow.writerscafe.org/diamondcrush The original writings of author NaeNae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776075143 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 November 27th, 1887  The November snow drifted softly past the attic window, frosting the park. Suddenly, the beautiful scene was shattered by the high-pitched voice of my mother.  “Hannah! Hannah, where are you? Dear! You need to get ready for the party!” Mother’s calls .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/diamondcrush/1409076/