"In the folds of banyan trees, between the treeish world and ours, are markets. Real markets, not the pale human sort that happen every week, as if things that are worth buying happen every week. A banyan market occurs one day a year, which is as often as...
Shalini Srinivasan
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A road is so nasty that it attains consciousness when it becomes aware of just how “not-nice” it really is.
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