http://slow.writerscafe.org/LunaMoth The original writings of author LunaMoth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103946 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This great longing, this, as full of force as the wind; it throws daggers against my inside, which is more tender than you know. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaMoth/307766/ she rides with the seat of her bicycle high,too high,but she likes to feel as if she exists above the cloudsdust and dirt her wheels stir up.when she plays on the swingset her toestouch the highest branch. And she thinksremember,we do not swing to movefromhere to ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaMoth/307312/