“They were a ragtag bunch, their stomachs swelling against their ugly uniforms, their hair tied up in topknots, their faces pink from heat and exertion. They’d been assaulted, abandoned, discarded, left in the lurch. They’d been branded, insulted and punished. They were sluts, tramps, whores, fallen women. Their babies would be taken from them without consideration or permission. And still they sang.”
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Rachael English,
The Paper Bracelet