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[16 Apr 2005|04:16am] |
 There are these ghosts all around me all the time. I feel their presence in the same way that I feel the tires of my car starting to slip when I’m just at the edge of sliding outward in a turn. Sometimes, it’s a strange shadow of a person I used to know, appearing out of nowhere, showing more as a void in the bright sunlight than an object onto itself. Sometimes it’s a familiar glint in the eye of someone I’ve never met before. Sometimes it’s just the feeling that I’ve done all this before and nothing is new.
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