http://slow.writerscafe.org/GeneralSmuts The original writings of author Luther en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004806 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can imagine her laid out in acar park, hair untied and a whiskey scented ribbon clutched in her hand. I canimagine that as it changes from day to night, from sun to moon, she won’t evenflinch. I can imagine a short spell of sprinkled rain and again, no flinch. 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