Transformation
There once was a man called Kafka
By Nicola R. WhitePublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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The life of a roach isn't terribly fun
But there's a Samsa inside us, every one.
Some want a dim place to hide,
Hidden away from prying eyes -
But ah, that's no way to savour the sun.
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Nicola R. White
Nicola R. White comes from a small city on the east coast of Canada where ghost stories and superstitions abound. Although she is a lawyer by profession, her passion is reading and writing fiction.
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