Excerpts from
A Hundred Square Stories
By Louis Jensen
Once upon a three hundred and twenty-fourth time there was a bird. Its little bird heart was so light, for it was grand to glide through the air. And down below lay the land, and its eyes saw everything: the insects and a boy in a red cap running across a green meadow. And all at once the bird realized that this was how it was inside its heart: two legs running.
Translated by Barbara Haveland
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