"There's truly something to be said for fresh fruit. I found these little oranges there - easy as anything to peel open, even a child could do it without difficulty - and the taste...it really made me feel like spring was here, even though it's still got to set in more. I've got the seeds, but I'm not sure if one of the trees will grow above ground."

A ghost flits across her psyche - some of the refugees, talking about a memory of sun warmed fruit, offloaded from a merchant vessel that just sailed in.