http://slow.writerscafe.org/Woja The original writings of author Woja en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014255 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Unwanted memories linger in the shadows straining the fine threads of my existence Clenched fists and unwanted touch To what I was forced to bear witness As I stand frozen with in a moment of time a still frame of a lost little girl catches my eye fear sends an ice cold shiver up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Woja/1532922/ At work every thing can change in a blink of an eye. So this is 41 min in my shoes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Woja/1358591/ Christmas Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Woja/1280173/ I stood in the waiting room lined with cold metal chairs. The faded blue wall paper was starting to peel. It had a musty smell that seemed to linger in my nostrils. On the wall hung a poster a black and white picture of a woman staring off into a darkened sky. 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