The first thing she noticed when they crossed the border was a thick fringe of fir trees along the horizon that served as a backdrop for one lone oak tree.
The tree was stripped are, her every fault visible without her robe of green chiffon tied tight under her chin and the large hood thrown over her head. Her scarred torso and the thickness of her once slim arms weighted down at the wrist by the bulk of her hands with their twisted knuckles, mangled and arthritic.
The first thing she noticed when they crossed the border was an oak tree. The tree stood bare without her green robe tied tight under her chin with its large hood thrown over her head. It
