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I had walked out of the bush an old man. How Old, I did not know? The years had passed without the need to celebrate the remembrance of a birth date. There was something familiar about the place I stood. Slowly, faint memories recalled past moments of my life. As a young man, I had walked across this field many times. I noticed a man rocking lazily on an open porch across the field. I know the man approaching; there is a twinkle in his eye. We pause and stop, our eyes studying each and every feature of the other. He is familiar; I search my memory for names to place with the face before me. ''Thomas?'' ''Yes, I am Thomas Chapais.'' ''Thomas I am Nicolas.'' Two old men stood there dumb-founded with nothing to say but to repeat each other’s name with favour, contempt, anger, sadness and an undying love that only kinship knows. Without an embrace, nor a handshake we bonded as brothers need to. Our eyes were reluctant to gaze away for fear of the image disappearing.
