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Knotted Hands – authoranonblog
My grandfather planted this tree with roots poisoned after the war.His father watered it, the seed which came before.My father nurtured them, these roots of ruined fiber.This tree grew ever higher.Its fruit, rotting, my mother prepared for me.She sweetened it, tried to soothe it down,Nothing could disguise the smell of these roots rotting in the …