http://slow.writerscafe.org/bmean23 The original writings of author Bren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069067 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My delight is not found in the worth while.That does not make up my bliss. Occasionally I find the wind curious, the dark inevitable but settling.I lay and dream of the clouds, the moon, the galaxies beyond and wonder why can I not see them. Am I not beyond?If I reach my hand far at the sun am I not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bmean23/1678118/ She sat by and let the others drown her in their judgments. Her shirt ironed and skirt pleated, she appears prim, proper. A forced smile and subtle nod was enough for them, but peeving to her. With her legs crossed and posture rigid, a monster was created. A character she created.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bmean23/1678109/