http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bleue The original writings of author Larien en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776400823 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  The sun was beginning to rise over the pointed crowns of the snow capped mountains and unearthly shades of violet, red, and pink filtered across the sky. Azaelia inhaled deeply and smiled as the rich aroma of pine and rose petals was carried along the breeze. Not too far off, a bird chirped .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleue/234186/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleue/234184/