Sometimes we see things where nothing should be seen; shapes on swirling wooden floors, folds in curtains, revealing flowery schemes. Eyes that are beholding, wonder just what’s real; is the figure really there, or concocted imaginings? Often in peripheral vision, though fleeting and unclear, it often comes to mind, a shadowy entity is near.
Sixth Sense
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