http://slow.writerscafe.org/aillesdors The original writings of author Emily Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984143 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In literature, characters who go south run amok http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aillesdors/720507/ More lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aillesdors/720451/ May walks softly in ballerina's shoes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aillesdors/720445/ Heavy humidity presses her bone-thin limbs into patient,breathing soilfilling her footprints with earth-soaked scent. 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