The Walnut Queen by ANNETTE LEAVY
The storm woke me. Lightning had turned the night sky orange, and the wind thrashed branches from the walnut tree outside our bedroom window against the glass.
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The storm woke me. Lightning had turned the night sky orange, and the wind thrashed branches from the walnut tree outside our bedroom window against the glass.
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There exists a species of bird that nests near volcanos. They do not sit on their eggs. They bury them in volcanic ash, incubated deep in warm soot.
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If you follow the lungomare—the road that hugs the sea—from Ostia to Circeo, you will see abandoned factories, rundown beach resorts, and waterfront restaurants. In Sabaudia, there is one of these restaurants, made entirely of fallen trees.
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