http://slow.writerscafe.org/choppy The original writings of author night/light en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046057 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Somewhere there was nothing, and suddenly. Something, a light, began to shine radiantly, slowly pulsating, humming softly. 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