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Volume Three Issue One

Byron Beynon

Caravanserai

Even from here inside the sane oasis of a courtyard life can still be furnished with credible hospitality. We traveled with a phoenix of years, found ourselves listening to the whisper of strangers. Already we have witnessed that the midnight and noon hours are the same, and the skin seen fleetingly opened like an insect's case.