In her orchard the trees had been born from deaths; they marked and grew from the remains of the children that passed through her. She never picked t… - Nadifa Mohamed

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In her orchard the trees had been born from deaths; they marked and grew from the remains of the children that passed through her. She never picked the fruit that fell from them, believing it a kind of cannibalism, but out of those soft, unshaped figures had grown tall, strong, tough-barked trees that blossomed and called birds to their branches and clambered out over the orchard walls to the world beyond.