I don’t know why he listens to me, she thought to herself; another road trip and Candi had again dragged Martin off on a weird adventure. The advertisement had boasted “Everything must go; no reasonable offer refused. And we mean everything.” They must have paid extra to get the bold underline, she thought as they pulled up to the ramshackle yard sale. She loved the ones at houses that looked like a strong wind would take them away; they always held treasure. When she got out of the car, she saw it. An old tree full of gnarled arms, ripe for lifting children to the sky—she even saw herself there, laughing in the sun. The old man out front looked older than the tree. He saw the gleam in her eye: “You know this tree, don’t you dear? Bring a backhoe and haul it off; for you, no charge.”
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On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.