Old Man:
I am hiding in a tree...
Boy:
I'm a fragment of the day.
Old Man, Boy:
If I weren't, whose to say/ things would happen here the way, that they happened here?
Old Man:
I was there then... It's the pebble not the stream.
Boy:
It's the fragment not the day... I am here still.
Old Man, Boy:
It's the ripple not the sea, not the building but the beam, not the garden but the stone, not the treaty house/ someone in a tree.
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