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Random...
Sitting in a room with his dead mother he peered across into the catty cornered adjacent room..
There the old man sat in a rocking chair with a shawl across his lap he waved to get his attention... it took twice the old man recognized him and came alive....
He wanted to introduce his now dead mother to his war hero friend you see? for he felt it was of importance the wanting to say hello... and them to meet.
The rise and greet... of sorts so to speak.
All paths cross for a reason he had dream't ......
I knew your father before he died..... I used to work for him.... he gave me a bottle of champagne the night you were born.
Signature rock or all paths cross for a reason.
WAGON WHEEL RUTS
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