http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jeh117 The original writings of author Jhale en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776052276 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1.COLD.Dead trees reach for the sky, their black limbs scream out against the frozen wasteland. Above, there is no sun. The sky is dead. Below, snow stands three inches deep, spanning several hundred miles in any direction. The guardians of this land, the innumerable oaks of Titan’s forest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeh117/2033845/ A dynamic look at what and who the Twelve disciples really were. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeh117/2031650/