http://slow.writerscafe.org/florafirefly The original writings of author Zoya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986544 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sit on the dewy grass serenading the moon when, playing gooseberry, Ms black cat comes along. “What are you up to?” she asks. “I am trying to decipher the story that these pictures are telling, ms cat, and your wise presence would be of great help to me." Monstrous silence e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/florafirefly/2832067/ Today is more than just sunny, but let's just pretend that one planet's distance or proximity from the sun is the perfect way to describe its state at any given time.I pull out an orange from my bag and hold it in my hand. Delicately. 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