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not shed the feeling of sharing another's vision, another's emotions. He did not believe in ESP or any of that supernatural garbage. Where, then, could these feelings have come fromhis own overwrought mind? But he did not consider himself an imaginative man. |
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In a few moments, the sensation vanished, and he felt abandoned. He heard the faint droning of a plane overhead and looked up. Its triangle of blinking white lights traversed the sky like the speeded-up passage of stars in a planetarium display. |
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He shook his head. What a strange hallucination! The solitude was getting to him. Or maybe he was going crazy. Maybe he was already crazy. That might solve all his problems. He would either die here or someone would drag him back to town and commit him to a loony bin. |
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Somehow, though, whatever it was that had happened reminded him that seeking peace was not a fool's mission. Maybe, someday, it might even be attainable. That and an end to loneliness. |
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No, damn it! He kicked the toe of one running shoe hard against the walkway. There would be no peace for him. He would find no forgiveness from anyoneleast of all himself. |
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