And after years the boy came back, both of them were old."I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift.""I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give""I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest," The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile."Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that.""Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."And so he did and Oh, the trees was happy. Oh, the tree was glad.The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein
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Correction: This gentleman is an inhabitant of Sefrou, Morocco.
“Yet I am sure he is dreaming of the port in Mogador (Essaouira)”
see ‘The Traveler’
