http://slow.writerscafe.org/kylaford The original writings of author Kyla Ford en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239547 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Stetson clings to nostrilslike piles of damp leaves on cool pavement.Mildew and childhood nostalgia sink into aged and yellowed grout. Open and close - just a fraction.truth lingers on guilty fingertips;particles creep over worn carpetto the doorway -down the stairs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylaford/1956310/ Destiny can smell rain.When we walk,her neck angles upinto a straight line -her nostrils flare wide - she parts her lipsto prophesy.Skeptics need not apply. Yes,everyone can smell rain,but not like destiny can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylaford/1956301/ Sheets wrinkled by lacedfingers;your scent trapped within thethreadsI inhale deeply. Moonlight drips through fragmentedblinds;cracked glass ushers in thecicada humthat drums on in hopefulmelodies. Sometimes, when we run ourhands along these covers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylaford/1956299/