http://slow.writerscafe.org/paracelsian The original writings of author paracelsian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974875 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wailing, we are born atop the farthest    branches of an ancient treewhose scars wescorn to bear, instead breathing into past    dreams the dust of youth. Wedo not know thehour of our arrival’s late; we linger    only for a w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paracelsian/1210365/ Für Imagine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paracelsian/1209881/ Sometimes I am so consumed by fear that I can do nothing but write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paracelsian/1209571/