http://slow.writerscafe.org/Armada The original writings of author Touché Armada en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339536 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Amoonless night so dark,still, quiet, wecanhear the leaves on the all the trees and plants turn toward therising sun. You sentIn blindness we walk over rocks. feeltheir sharpness their smoothness. We run our hands over the treesfeeling their braille. 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