http://slow.writerscafe.org/SignifiedG The original writings of author SignifiedG en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776228732 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A tree stump plays an interesting game. He sits, or squats, because he has lost his ability tostand. For years he gave way to distraction, growing ever taller, seeingever farther, curious about what lay ahead. But now the horizon was nearer, if it could be seen at all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SignifiedG/766562/ I wrote this in about 10 minutes on tumblr, so it's very rough. It just kind of happened. hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SignifiedG/766560/ ThrillsAre what we seekWhat we needWhat we’d like to define usBecauseSitting at homeQuietly Is a poor excuse of a life.Excitement,Adrenaline:The catalysts forLife’s great moments whenWe don’t have to act likeOurselves. 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