There’s a quality of stare that lies upon me, that clings to me like malleable but ever-present plastic wrap. It’s a gossamer gaze, one which flits away if it is perceived. Yet it’s practically universal-inescapable.
This sounds like so much paranoia, doesn’t it?
I may not be able to see,, but I know the gaze is there. It’s not always a typical
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And yet most people would benifit to learn how to navigate blind. It saves a lot of trouble and pain when the lights go out.
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Well done!
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