http://slow.writerscafe.org/Wynter The original writings of author SN en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190611 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 you’d understand it if I saidI keep no memory of you.Memories live in the past, and you, schätze, you’re still very much in the present.You came and brought a storm.(it always is the unexpected stories)Your pitch black eyes became my haven,Your voice pillowed my days,And y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1475638/ quite quip. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1475625/ “You hate them?" "No, but I seem to feel better when they’re not around." - Barfly.Any public setting seems too demanding.Seems to demand all of your attention, your thoughts, your feelings.Come out in the sun, lay your bones bare for everyone to see.Then come the questions,How.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1475021/ Work in progress and your feedback will help move it forward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1473775/ (or Technology) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1473757/ This is also inspired by overheard conversation and observing people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1473755/ This is inspired from overheard conversation, along with a little imagination. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1473753/ Do you like the design of my shell?Watch how it glistens under this mental bloodshed.Watch how it echoes my emotions into pellets, aiming straight for my face.I built it on the strength of my hurt,on the strength of my tears,hinging on,and dancing to, the pulse of the last few beats. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wynter/1471761/ It’s all there.The phrases. 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