Something guided me to the grave of Elitha Smith in Lynchburg, Virginia. Though she claimed to be dead, we talked and she told me I had been her husband since colonial days. It seems two black holes had collided and caused an error in the way time passes. Repairs had to be made. I had no choice in the matter. Events that had not occurred needed to happen. This story tells a great deal more!
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