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The Birdcage and the Banyan Tree

It was by nothing more than a mere coincidence that Edgar stumbled upon the metal birdcage fifteen feet off the pale dirt edge of a running path, half-buried at the foot of an impossibly tall and ancient banyan tree, set … Continue reading

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A Silver Train

A silver train chugs along in the distant east. First, the man: “Tonight—I see its windows alight.” The wife holds his chilled hand. Its warmth tapers with the tides of the falling crimson sun, which now only briefly looms—the narrowest … Continue reading

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