http://slow.writerscafe.org/SebastianPeacock The original writings of author Sebastian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111424 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She calmly unlocks the front dooras the wind flings the screenthrough wild tantrums. She droops downinto her dusted rocker, pushingwith her lavender heels to start the sway.Her sole taps softly,as the chair creaks onto fallen lacquerand the porch plays in discordthrough dancing lace. Interwoven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SebastianPeacock/1433788/ Scratch that.She was pretty.Scratch that.She was beautiful.Scratch that too.She was more beautiful, Than a sunrise on a winter morning.Or a rainfall on an autumn dayWhere the leaves dance in the windAnd fill the sky with life.More beautiful than a flowerThat breaks through the cracksOf a concre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SebastianPeacock/1433782/