http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lundquistadora The original writings of author Jessica M. Lundquist en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I like to think of myself as holding the world in my hands. Notpower-hungry holding the world orGod-complex holding the world �"although feminism is fun(however abusedand cliché.)That is not my meaning. I hold the world because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundquistadora/1322163/ Is this men's deoderant?I ask as I fish it outof my friend's toiletry bag.Yeah! she said,and smeared a couple swipesunder her shirt.It works better, she said,as I looked on --wonder and inspirationgrowing in my eyes.It would, wouldn't it?It's made for sweat.Girls sweat too,I said,and took the tube i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lundquistadora/1316564/ Just a short reflection on a very vivid memory I carried back with me from Buenos Aires - enjoy! 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