[“…put to flight by the claustrophobic, frozen eloquence of a sculpture museum,…” – Kenneth Gross]
At night, in the city park, I mistook it for a man, not immediately knowing it was a statue – but the statue did not know it was a statue, either.
a daily microfiction from Terence Kuch
[“…put to flight by the claustrophobic, frozen eloquence of a sculpture museum,…” – Kenneth Gross]
At night, in the city park, I mistook it for a man, not immediately knowing it was a statue – but the statue did not know it was a statue, either.
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