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Trees had always had a strange facination for Susan, ever since she had lain, an infant wrapped up in a shawl, in a clothesbasket in the orchard, babbeling to the apple trees and listening to their talk. They are queer, half-human creatures, alive and yet tied to the ground. Luckey they are tied, to, for rooted they are safe.