http://slow.writerscafe.org/DonnyWells The original writings of author Stu. T.H. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978401 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A cloud comes then another follows,Mountains unseen as the air pillows,The extending field of green overtakes the sight,While the wuthering darkness grasping leftover daylight.- Stu. T.H. 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