http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chartheteacher The original writings of author Chartheteacher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The salt of the sea and the soft of the sand,the calling gulls inmy motherland,thecreak of the deck and the curve of the wave, the secret whispers belong to the brave,and in the dark ofthe day and the end of night,white horses willrise up to fight.the soft of the sand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chartheteacher/1819616/ I don't think about it everyday. It's not on my mind when I wake up or wash my face or call home. But it is always there; in the pit of my stomach, in the black space at the back of my head. Domestic abuse is not something you just move on from. It's like a wound that never quite heels. You can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chartheteacher/1751929/ The death I write about is not fiction. These words represent how I felt after a friends death. Please let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chartheteacher/1721974/