This became a symbol.
The holy cloven goat tree.
I would come out from my 2nd Story Submarine, night and day, and I would think of a certain someone. This became a meditative focus, an object of prayer, a telepathic conduit, a dream symbol.
With foliage or without, this lovely survivor, twinned, and twined, was, and, -- although I'm not living there anymore -- still is that symbol which most connects me to that certain someone.