http://slow.writerscafe.org/SangWiththeBirds The original writings of author Charlie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776350976 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "An--an angel?" I stutter. My empty heartbeat is painful in my hollow chest, but it's there, almost. It's all in my mind, of course. Still, the cold inside gets colder, chilling me to the soul. The soul, after all, is basically all that is left of me.And I'm getting fainter by the minute."Yes," she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangWiththeBirds/947720/ Peacetime 18, 2058A stolen boat13:09 I've gone AWOL. I've acquired a timepiece. I stole a rowboat.This weird guy named Olan came with me. I've offered to take first watch while he takes a nap because I'm sort of paranoid he'd murder me in my sleep. 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