http://slow.writerscafe.org/evelyntrista The original writings of author Evelyn Trista en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108769 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 First, I'm afraid I don't know. Was it too hard to call a name of something? Name. Name. Perhaps I'm the only one who is still in an ignorance. Unawareness-end-ignorance. No matter how you'll be called, I'll love you this much. Just a pure curiosity. To call this love my own, I'll call you the TRANQ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/evelyntrista/2077578/ Washed ashoreThe odor, sneaked into those fingernails The sound of kissing surface, titanium whiteBubbles waking me up, the mornig of march.Mommy goes outTo collect the mussels on shore*Washed ashore is a sound wave Joyful tear full of the left smellA tiny wave inside the wavelen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/evelyntrista/2076537/