Balcony - A bottle landed first story
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Mosquitoes have not returned from vacation, Kam, I said to myself. Let’s open the front door and sit in the doorway; this house is hot tonight. I agreed with myself.…More

running feet - clash
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I see running feet Disarrayed like troubled ants Running violently in indefinite path I see hunters Pursuing preys dodging at gunshots Continuously in all directions Justification: Our cattle are hungry!…More