The Bayou Requiem

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The Bayou Requiem

The tree grew in water that was the color of weak tea. Seraphine climbed it barefoot, her toes finding purchase in the rough bark the way her voice found the notes that made people cry without knowing why. She was twenty-four years old and she had learned to sing before she had learned to speak, and the first words she had ever understood were the words her grandmother sang to her in a language...

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