http://slow.writerscafe.org/LustfulSandman The original writings of author LustfulSandman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776063717 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We are such timeless creatures, and yet bound by time and all of the weight it bears down upon us on a daily basis. There are days when the world feels like it's crumbling down around me, and those pieces that are falling affect those who surround me. It's not just about me. But do you kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LustfulSandman/1890003/ Periodic chapters of my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LustfulSandman/1889579/ There’s an old saying that, “There’s always a calm beforethe storm” �" but what if the calm lasted half a lifetime? Her and I, friends, sisters, so much more, we chased our dreams across thestars. We submerged ourselves in secret worlds, just her and I. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LustfulSandman/1882780/ In silencechaos preys upon a man’s dying name. A word. 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