http://slow.writerscafe.org/TeresaElde The original writings of author Teresa Elde en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776075829 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For Him, the ebb and flow of the Atlantic tides, the pace of morning mists, the speed with which my nights passed or did not pass, and the very path of the Earth upon its ecliptic, were trivial matters in my reality over which He had full control. Who was I to argue with Him? Who was I to do anythin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeresaElde/1921089/ Bruises bloom a lot like roses: from the center out as the blood vessels fray. Deep blues accented with green northern lights: their beauty had me craving their pain. I welcomed his bruises for months, because they reminded me of the bruises you left, and more than that, they reminded me of the ocea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeresaElde/1834180/ Goddesses and queens, their places in the world are built upon unstable ground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeresaElde/1776721/