Pray
The autumn Fair is held under a scarlet sky in the village outskirts, where people put out for sale all sorts of things, all in a perfect mess: sheep, pigs, goats, medals, wigs, fried anchovies, steaming wine, French perfume, rollerblades, scooters, bicycles, dolls. The carousel horses run around to the music, and kids have fun, except a little girl that squats for some time next to bird cages.
— Would you like to buy a siskin?
— No. I pray for not growing wings.
gunfire—
getting used to
humans
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