Wednesday, March 3, 2010

a husbandless tree

Enas stands in front of two slim cypress trees at the edge of the garden. The trunk of the first sweeps up gracefully towards the sky, but the second, a slender double trunk, soars up meters above it.

She gently taps the bark of the double trunk. "You see this one?" she says. "It's much taller."

"It's normal," she explains, with a twinkle in her eye. "It's married."

"The other one is a spinster."

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