Man Watches Strange Lump On Tree Grow For 20 Years — Then He Opens It

Rest now, old friend

“Thank you, my old friend,” Harold whispered to the tree and to Mr. Fulton’s memory. “You can rest now. Your work is done. And it was all worth it in the end. The wind rustled gently through the leaves above him, almost as if the tree itself were answering him with quiet acknowledgment of his words.