http://slow.writerscafe.org/WriteUpThere The original writings of author WriteUpThere en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986822 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A black congealed seaflows hard past my island, 55,a mere number in the suburban ocean,and on it solitary ships bob and weave their way to some unknown commercial congresstheir voices colourful flags of different origins.I till the liquid soil of my island lovinglyuntil it relentsnon-descript f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteUpThere/1550001/