http://slow.writerscafe.org/JosephineLe The original writings of author JLe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776075156 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 2. ChildhoodAllof John’s memories of his childhood seemed to revolve around walking; notwalking anywhere in particular, never reaching any destination, just walkingnext to his mother or father, or both, holding their hands. Even as a child,his thoughts became clearer when he walked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1111798/ 1. Infancy, or how he came to beWe are borninfants; vulnerable, fragile and unable to care for ourselves. In the samemanner, we die crippled shadows of who we used to be - vulnerable, fragile andunable to care for ourselves. What we are when we are born or when we die isnot important. It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1102615/ People are shaped by their experiences and by the people that they meet during their lifetime. Some people leave a greater impression than other - this is the story about one of those people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1102613/ It's love, babe. It's when your heart belongs to someone else and you know you ain't getting it back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1069979/ Music was her passion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1036807/ Who could ask for more? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1035699/ There are good days, and then there are days like today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1035002/ A story about making mistakes and regretting what you never had... Love doesn't always work out the way we think it will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1026946/ Too many parties had muddied Zelda's vision - if she had stepped out of the cigarette smoke sooner, she might have seen the change in Vyvian before it was too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/1025043/ She kept her life in a tin jar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephineLe/801038/