Amuse Bouche

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We approached a village….. There was a long table with plastic cups and jugs of water. We stopped and drank and women from the village brought out blankets. They gave us bread and cherries and a small bag of nuts, then they stood back and watched us leave. I realised afterwards that the look I had mistaken for wonder was actually fear, and I imagined swapping places with them, seeing hundreds of people battered by war heading to an unknown future.

from The Beekeeper of Aleppo by Christy Lefteri (2019). Very Highly Recommended.

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