http://slow.writerscafe.org/Samhwain The original writings of author Samhwain en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026612 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Morningshad never been pleasant for Neema. The sun came up too early and the birds sangtoo soon. This day was no different. She rolled over in her bed, dragging thefeather stuffed pillow over her head to try and drown out the early twitteringof mindless song birds with no where better to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Samhwain/1227670/             Smoothing the light-weight cotton ofher simple gown she left her room. 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