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As I walked by, I noticed him, from the back, looking up. He was looking way up into the Banyan tree. Although the street light was bright shining on him it was dark inside the tree itself.

It was the biggest Banyan tree on Key West, known for some gorgeous specimens.

“What are you looking at,” I said as I stopped behind him. He turned around. He’d had his hands above his eyes resting on his forehead in order to block the glare from the streetlight.

Then I heard it, a tiny meow. Ever so tiny. “You hear that, he…

jean compton

I have an eye for the artful and influence. Essays, Memoir and Musings on this and that.

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