Frederick Varley (1881-1969), The Lonesome Tree
"He ran into a tree, hurting his shoulder and the right side of his head. It was vaguely familiar
to him, the action of running into a tree. Where? When? He went slowly back to the tree and
put his hand on its rough, immovable trunk, confident that the tree would tell him an important
piece of wisdom, or a secret. He felt it, but he could not find words for it: it had something to do
with identity. The tree knew who he was really, and he had been destined to bump into it. The tree
had a further message. It told him to be calm and quiet and to stay with Annabelle."
Patricia Highsmith, This Sweet Sickness, 1960
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