Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts
Image No. 62
Alongside the road towards the church
she found a package covered with mud.
When she picked it up, it started to talk.
I.J. 21 November 2014
she found a package covered with mud.
When she picked it up, it started to talk.
I.J. 21 November 2014
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