Does a face you see on the street or in a store or on a train ever stop you dead in your tracks? Do you wonder why? Is it because you think you know him or her? Did you you sleep with him thirty years ago? Are you going to know him? Does it have something to do with reincarnation? Is it a dream, a wish, a lovely sign from nature, the universe?
It’s a sense of recognition, sometimes somewhere behind in time, sometimes someone to come maybe soon. A stirring. A welcomed thing. I will find in no book what I find when I look at that face. And I read a lot.
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