http://slow.writerscafe.org/uriel The original writings of author uriel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333151 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   My hands rest on the edges of the sink's porcelain surface as I stare at the face in the mirror, contemplating the night to come, wrestling with my moral compass which, at any other time might just point true north. The air freshener in the bathroom gives off what is suppos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/uriel/343922/   There is something http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/uriel/339201/