http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vincent%20Lakes The original writings of author Vincent Lakes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776080171 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 No matter how much of a paradise, there are always snakes lurking, whispering lies to trusting ears. Love conquers all, but a single deception may cripple the foundations and bring it crashing down. T http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vincent-Lakes/2467716/ Mixed feelings of a strange day when you realize that you're running in circles and can't find a way out. Learning something new, unlearning something old, it all comes back to the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vincent-Lakes/1812184/ Sometimes life takes control and sets us up on rails that lead nowhere despite the best attempts to do what is right. 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