http://slow.writerscafe.org/EmilyPaige The original writings of author Emily en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070599 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                 Thereis a woman who haunts my dreams. She haunts my day, lives in my life. WhereverI go, she follows. She is a constant, steady presence that I can alwaysconsciously feel. Sometimes she dances at the edges of my vision, a blur ofem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyPaige/1598751/ The amulet hung lowbetween her breasts, shadows cast across it turning the usual brilliant blueglow to an eerie non-color darkness, pulsing with her breath. Low hums of tinywings echoed across the ice-top, and Xar’s silver cold-light sung down the mountainsacross the lake and danced wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyPaige/1594264/ Theliquid light of the crescent moon Fades inwith silver clouds The darkblue sky stretches Frozenin time.  Theprairie wind brought fresh air, Bringingthe scent of pale rose petals Fromacross the world.  A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyPaige/1587543/