What is this story about? x?

The magnificent tree of life that pierces through soft, smooth, supple skin. Each piercing, a derivative of its own and each tear, an echo of its own that streams though the widest of paths to a permanent scar. Eliza Cumming inhaled and recited calmly to herself, "the magnificent tree of life piercing through soft, smooth, supple skin but each piercing with two derivatives, and each tear, two echoes of its own". The wind from afghanistan blew his scent of raspberry to her nostrils and brought a pricklish feel to. her skin and for the first time in three months, she had a smile on her face