Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief. — Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
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Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.

— Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
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