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He told me without so much as a flutter of the eye that he was on the river by all accounts alone.Picking and eating the dew berries growing along the fence row that bordered the woods.Eating to satisfaction he meandered down
towards the river .He was a boy of ten farting around on the sand bars ,looking to see what the river had washed up.As he walked to the edge feeling secure as he had been here ,done this, numerous times the sand without so much as a hoarse whisper of warning gave way.
      His swimming skills basic at best he thrashed
In the water for what seemed like three eternities
realizing he was making no headway to the safety of terra firma.The next moment a large hand roughly grabbed him by the arm hauling him ashore.

     Looking into the eyes of this old man ,a
man in his seventies he felt a feeling of familiarity."Get on home",the only words the old man gruffly
spoke.Taking a sip of his coffee he leveled his
gaze across the table to my waiting eyes."I see that
Old man each morning when I shave", he quietly said."I travelled back in time to haul me out of that river."
I didn't know what to say.So I said nothing. We sat finishing our coffee talking about how
The cardinals were playing and other ordinary 
things.

 I think about that conversation often.The way he
told it to me with no effort to sell me anything.It was almost as if he was pondering aloud as he no
doubt had silently from the first glimpse ,the first notion  that old man in the mirror looked oddly
familiar.Strikingly so.

There is so much we cannot comprehend.So many
aspects of this space time continuum we call life
that baffle the greatest minds.Time.Space.Physics.
  We are just children playing universe.
The bible says if we live to eternity we would just
be touching the fringes of His ways.Makes me want to be there.Makes me want to see more.
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