http://slow.writerscafe.org/kloveslove98 The original writings of author Kelly M. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996180 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mary swept her hat off her forehead and stared at her complexion in the small gold-rimmed mirror above her chestnut colored dresser.  Disheveled, flushed-- and on further inspection-- she had already sustained a tear under her right sleeve!  She sighed, wishing she'd relented when Marta h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kloveslove98/2117267/ My dear one,you will be loved in the name of truthand find your heart betrayedDo not allow this to give you painfor Christ Himself endured mockery scornbetrayalYet He remainedSold for thirty pieces of silverunder the mask of a kissa friend of His,a friend,a friend,a friendYes, my dear oney.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kloveslove98/2080774/ "The nerve of that woman!" 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