http://slow.writerscafe.org/Katrinahall725 The original writings of author Tina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776161790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Speaks to the interconnectedness of duality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katrinahall725/1652544/ It's been a long day. It's been a long year. I'm tired tonight and I'm tired in general. My head hurts and I feel queasy. Probably coming down with something. There's really no time to get sick though. I'm on the road again. Heading somewhere I don't want to go but heading there all the same. 22.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katrinahall725/1641450/ 80 mph. Drop top down, my hair blows wildly in the crisp morning wind. Music blares as my body keeps time to its pulse. To my right, the comfort of the rising sun follows me and reminds me I'm not alone. Miles and miles fly by. The land changes ever so slightly. More hills, sturdier trees. Fog.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katrinahall725/1640826/ We were both born of giants. Seedlings. Carried off and buried deep. Roots splayed beneath. I became tangled in you. Venturing off above ground and into this world, we grew. Sunshine and rain. Wind and ice. Heat. Drought. Grew tall. Grew full. Side by side, the vines of this world engulfed us. 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