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Chapter 1
    
    Child of Mine

October peach trees peppered the landscape like pink frilly skirts. The air filled with the song of morning. The bare earth heard their coming. Some of the women, their toes pressing the soft sandy gradients, gathered grasses as they approached. Round their skirts, children clung. Babies folded into blankets, some asleep, rocked against their mothers

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