http://slow.writerscafe.org/solitary_bard The original writings of author solitary_bard en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776099234 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Walking through the shadowy path, guided by the crepuscular light, she lit a cigarette. The September breeze felt a bit cold to her. Chasing her own shadow, she finally stopped by the dale, sat on the same old rock where she used to spend hours talking to him, holding his hand. The rock felt colder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/solitary_bard/1867386/