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// Saturday, June 05, 2010


      If only the wind and the sky would cede their powers to me, thought the red ant, fantasizing atop the highest tree in the city, then I'd rule the world—with fists of iron.

      As the ant slipped deeper and deeper into a trance of megalomania, a sparrow dropped out of the sun and ate the ambitious ant.

      The End

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