http://slow.writerscafe.org/CliffordFaust The original writings of author Jacob Clifford en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962400 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've spent countless hours here, but I think my stay has come to an end. There is always the possibility that I will return, but I don't think I will. It's difficult to be here after seeing dozens of my friends leave. Many of you still remain, but it just isn't the same. My heart aches for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CliffordFaust/2162881/ Talking about the release of my novel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CliffordFaust/2101517/ A tale of friendship and bonding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CliffordFaust/2093934/ My turf war against the neighbor's pets. 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