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Beetles by Viona Lam

He had spun. He had spun around and out and up and the shining, glowing green beetles that parked themselves on the panels in front of him, the beetles who spoke a language he could not speak, who blinked and blinded his eyelids with streaks of pink; they mocked him.




Viona Lam is a writer from Singapore who thinks thinking is adorable.