Marlin Simley loved trees, especially this one.  On occasion you could spot him way up in the branches, chatting away while the limbs and leaves would shake and flutter as if the tree was talking back.
"Crazy cripple," Mrs. Simley, Neola, would say.  Funny thing, Marlin was a cripple and nobody could ever figure how he got himself way up there.

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