http://slow.writerscafe.org/maxrwizijr The original writings of author Max Rwizi, Jr. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990530 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You are the quiet guest who sits at my table long before the meal is served. 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