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and then our exile

Saturday, November 12, 2005 at 9:43 a.m.

Vesuvius strains
against the protecting sky

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two days ago i knew nothing about a printing press. now my fingers are deeply stained with ink, it highlights creases in skin stretched taut, circles nails, my hands are grey.

when the revolution comes, we will be able to print our own incendiary material.

till then, the next issue of the journal of islam & science has been printed.

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