It was an image. Nondescript. Subtle. A shrewd eye would find itself ignorant. A shrewd ear, however, might possess sufficient leads. She'd spoken of that tree before, though few had cared to listen. Their paper empathies were drenched in personal discomfort. Every time she dug up her precious, little story, her friends were forced to suffer through. They were all the same. Or so she thought. Until she unwrapped that subtle image and held it to her heart. Out of hundreds of ears she'd spoken to, there were at least two that cared.