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“It’s a tree!” His friends stood back, looking at lines and angles, but seeing only a huge tree.
He said nothing, captured by the spirit before him, breathing age.
“Hey, you want to go get some snacks?” Jason asked.
Always hungry, that one, but for the wrong things.
He stepped forward, drawn by the inexplicable radiance before him.
“Let’s go. I’m starved.”
“It’s a tree. Big whoop.”
He stepped inside the doorway into darkness. Dizziness. A rush of lightening across his spine.
A rustle of people starting up the path. A pause.
“Hey, where’s Dave?”
“Dave?”
A Writer's Life 
Beware the Whomping Willow
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Already forgetting him, he’s being wiped from history perhaps. Poor Dave.
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Ooooooooooo
A deeper meaning hidden inside this tree. I wonder where he has gone?
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Rather harsh punishment the tree dishes to small fry investigating a little bit.
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I think Dave’s having ‘a moment’. Good one.
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I suspected it would be Jason that would disappear. Nice story.
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