http://slow.writerscafe.org/sindere The original writings of author Mirai en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996803 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15         Throughout my life, I had seen some questionable things out of the corner of my eye--a white mouse skittering along the kitchen floor, shadows strolling past the window that separates the living room from the front porch, and so on. I had even heard the mouse squeak, almo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sindere/2078672/         The sun’s rays set on her cerulean shoulders, the gloomy yet ironically peaceful contrast of hues touching to the traveler’s eye. He soaked in the way the breeze tickled her willow hair, and how her sloping arms so easily blended in with the rest of the world,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sindere/2078669/