http://slow.writerscafe.org/imnotanartist The original writings of author rachael en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997151 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ~T H E  T I D E The tide clung desperately to the shore like a newborn to a breast. It suckled at the sands, enticed by its sweet, warm nectar. Water continuously cleansed these shores, ebbing back and forth, infinitely. Upon this stretch of sea, forever, renewal and disposal sus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imnotanartist/1744549/