Beneath the Banyan

Banyan tree, beneath, they sat it. Branches over shading, Sphinx beyond in sunlight, bright on stone. Sheba with all ears, intent. Let us, said the Interpreters, we six burghers, no, not nine suitors. Let us tell the revelation of the machine stripped bare of the data cloud that it generates, through no fault of herContinueContinue reading “Beneath the Banyan”