A very strange tree covers the end of the impasse: a gray white trunk, wide and intertwined, the branches of a weeping willow and a crown of drooping branchlets that caress the ground. It flowers only once every ten years and always in the middle of winter, covering itself with a blood-colored finery. It is then celebrated throughout the impasse and nicknamed for a few days “Winter Berries”, but very few are those who understand what this name really evokes.

The tree has always intrigued local residents. Its color, its exotic appearance and its unexpected flowering attract respect mixed with a dash of superstition. Sometimes, as if some kind of fashion, little words start to bloom on the tree.

Driven by a mystical impulse, souls in pain come to attach to its branches small pieces of parchment to which they have confided their wishes, their hopes or their sorrows. The words remain there, tossed about by the wind until the weather or an unknown hand takes them down (to archive them?).

The fashion passed, the tree regains its bare bark. At other times, long strips of colored fabric adorn its branches for religious celebrations.

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