Tag: fiction
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My father measures time with mogras. He goes to this public park to walk every evening Walks the same route, at the same time like clockwork Done that for about 16 years now And in one corner of the park, there are swings Where kids play Near the swings are some old benches where the…
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This one is from the archives. A tale on quarantine, obviously fictional. Is it though? Mr. Darcy was a grumpy man. He was as thin as a bare skeleton and so tall that he had developed a hunchback; no one would be able to guess that he was only 62, his loose skin and grey…
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