“I saw the glove dancing in the air, and hovering over heads of people.”
“What people? There is not a soul here at midnight, in this isolated metro station.”
“Souls, perhaps yes…. they can see people.”
“Who are you?”
“I saw the glove dancing in the air, and hovering over heads of people.”
“What people? There is not a soul here at midnight, in this isolated metro station.”
“Souls, perhaps yes…. they can see people.”
“Who are you?”
Great response Reena, asking lots of questions.
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Thank you, Michael!
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Hmmm, kindred souls?
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Exploring each other’s reality, maybe..
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Haha both souls?
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We never know….
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