http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hermione%20Granger The original writings of author AK en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185200 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is home and where does one find it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hermione-Granger/1992991/ he entered a warm and sweaty somewhere, pale, silent and gaunt;you stared until the glassy blue rain within himwashed away the flowers in your eyes.you chanted every syllable when you learnt his namebut each time, you forgot a part of your own.he enchanted you with his rainbow voice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hermione-Granger/1841599/ I'm falling into wonderlandThe colours here so brightCotton candy, carousel rides,Tents striped with red and whiteFloating balloons everywhereIn a deep tube I fall,Sliding, swooping, up and downLike life, it doesn't seem at all. Shall I pull you down to wonderlan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hermione-Granger/1466525/ Nail file ominous in my hand,Droops down, reaches for skin.Rough, ruthless, it itches aboutSkin flakes flying 'nto the thin.Then I lift, and scrub some more,Say, let the pain go away--In exchange is precious blood andScars forevermore to stay.The serrated edge I pun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hermione-Granger/1466524/ It meant something to me. 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