“It’s an amazing sight, that’s all I’ve got to say, a sight for sore eyes, yes sir it is. It's an amazing sight.”

“What’s an amazing sight?” I asked the old lady. I didn’t know who she was, she was just sitting there on that fallen log, holding an old bamboo cane fishing pole. I was working my way up the small river, trying out several spots, hoping to catch some small mouth bass or maybe some catfish. I didn’t notice the old lady until I was nearly upon her.

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