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I sat on the riverbank watching leaves and trash float past on the muddy water. I named them as they went by.

"You are Me-At-Four-Years-Old,-Eating-Grapes-From-Our-Garden," I said to a leaf. An oak leaf, I think. I can't be sure. I was never very good at identifying foliage.

Me-At-Four-Years-Old,-Eating-Grapes-From-Our-Garden seemed to sigh in indifference as he drifted on down the river and out of sight. I was sorry to see him go. It seemed like ages since we spoke last. I did not dwell on it long before an empty pack of Marlboro's came floating along.

"You are Summers-At-The-Lake-With-Grandpa."

The cigarette pack bumped into a piece of driftwood that had ceased to drift. It spun around and bounced along the lazy driftwood before finding freedom in open waters again.

"Junior-High-Crush," I said as I pointed at an empty soda bottle. "My-First-Car," I called out to clump of leaves traveling together.

Time bent and twisted around me as I labeled all of the things in the murky stream that caught my eye.

"All-Alone-And-Very-Unhappy," I mumbled as my eyes followed a tangled mass of kite string into the distance. I tried to find Me-At-Four-Years-Old,-Eating-Grapes-From-Our-Garden again, but he had long slipped past on the rippling water. Summers-At-The-Lake-With-Grandpa was gone too.

I stopped naming things and watched as All-Alone-And-Very-Unhappy vanished from my sight.

I sat quietly as the moon came out to say hello.

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