http://slow.writerscafe.org/abraxus89 The original writings of author abraxus89 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195805 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a cross between a poem and a short story. A tale of something that happened to me recently. 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