http://slow.writerscafe.org/chasingjane The original writings of author Dani en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776023814 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 short snippet of an afterthought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chasingjane/1880257/ I am far now butone day I may come backas waves and I will swallow the world’s sorrows until they taste more like courageand less like my name, more like saltand less like the rain. 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