Early Morning Two friends playing with marbles on the dark smooth ground under the soft chin of a tall shimul tree long beyond its bloom. The dust above them chewing the tree like a caterpillar. * They never asked why the sudden thunder of silence flickering in the tin sky wrenching the morning. Komol’s wren-boned …
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