She lived in the cemetery like a tree. At dawn, she saw off the crows and welcomed the bats returning to sleep. At dusk, she did the opposite. During the in-between hours, she conversed with the ghosts of the vultures perched on her high branches. She felt the gentle grip of their claws like the pain one feels in an amputated limb. She believed that, in the end, they did not feel misery for having bowed out and permanently left the stage. When she first arrived, she endured months of occasional harshness, as a tree would – without moving. She did not turn to see which kid had thrown a stone at her, nor did she stretch her neck to read the insults carved into her bark. When they mocked her, when they called her names – that she was a clown without a circus, a queen without a palace – she let the blows pass through her branches like a breeze; and the music from the rustling of her leaves was the balm that softened her pain.
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