http://slow.writerscafe.org/crandalld1 The original writings of author DC Allen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333549 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sat there in silence as the sun went down over the fields. All was quiet besides the old Hank Williams record playing in the house. The pained voice singing "I'm so lonesome I could cry" spoke to me. The horses walked slowly and grazed. I watched with interest at how simply they lived.I listened.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crandalld1/1624480/ The plane ascended slowly. Inside, the air was cool dry. Compared to the months he had just spent in the desert and was very refreshing. With the last bit of strength he could muster, he reached up and flipped off the overhead light and drifted off. His dreams were filled of the past experie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crandalld1/1613222/