http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sofe The original writings of author Sofe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078092 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my eyesare burning past my skin�"it is not quiet here. at the end of my paper-glass memories,there is you and the sand in your hair,the way i can’t seemto eat anything without salt. i am lying on my backand the sun makes saltstains across my face because i can’tlook.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sofe/699059/ The day he proposed to me (not your father, but another man), the clouds fell from the sky more heavily than usual.  They washed us all clean despite our hats and so my husband, my first husband, thought it was the day he would ask if it would be alright if he married me.   I never told y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sofe/688451/ The day he proposed to me (not your father, but another man), the clouds fell from the sky more heavily than usual.  They washed us all clean despite our hats and so my husband, my first husband, thought it was the day he would ask if it would be alright if he married me.   I never told y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sofe/688448/