We met on the island. She lived somewhere in the neighborhood around the summer house, belonging to no one in particular – she neither needed nor wanted to have any foster parents. She was an excellent hunter who could provide for herself and her five kittens. Her name was an instinctive inspiration: Penicillin.Continue reading “PENICILLIN”
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Zacharias Mavroeidis 