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2021-06-05 / \/ \/ / \
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There's this kind of feeling you get when / _/ / /
you see someone you know but don't really \_______/_\___/____/\___/____/_
recognize, almost like a sixth sense that / \/ \/ / \
can extrapolate what the person you knew a / _/ /_ _/
long time ago would look like today. It's /- / _/ /
like a magnetic pull, hard to describe. \________/\________/\___/____/
Year before last, I think, I was on a tram in Melbourne and I saw a woman
and I just knew. I knew I knew her and I knew I knew who she was, it was so
strange. I didn't say anything but watched her out of the corner of my eye.
The most interesting part was there was a kind of recognition in her body
language too, as though she knew she knew me.
I think back on that moment a lot.
A kind of short-lived, silent, psychic reunion of two old friends.