[ This visitor does not walk up to the great tree, doesn't use the path or the stairs.
He appears, simply and suddenly.
His clothes are wet and rough with sand and salt, wisps of dark curls clinging to his damp cheeks and neck; he isn't wearing shoes, and his shirt is open, dirty and wrinkled, hands scratched-up and raw, lips chapped and windswept.
He appears on his knees, hunched over. Breathless and sobbing.
It takes him a minute to realize the smell of seawater and decay has suddenly gone. ]
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He appears, simply and suddenly.
His clothes are wet and rough with sand and salt, wisps of dark curls clinging to his damp cheeks and neck; he isn't wearing shoes, and his shirt is open, dirty and wrinkled, hands scratched-up and raw, lips chapped and windswept.
He appears on his knees, hunched over. Breathless and sobbing.
It takes him a minute to realize the smell of seawater and decay has suddenly gone. ]