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Metamorphosis. Fiction for Microcosmsfic

The little boy. I never considered him a target until the day of the falcon. That's what I called it anyway: the day of the falcon. See, I pass this kid every day on my way to school, but on this day a peregrine falcon had landed on his head. I expected the bird to flee,… Continue reading Metamorphosis. Fiction for Microcosmsfic