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Could it have been San Tropez? Or maybe the 99 cent store on 10th Street.

Lately this odd thing has been happening: people look familiar to me in many places that I go. Not everywhere and not every face. But even in places I have never been before, seeing people I know have never crossed my path, I seem to instinctively recognize certain faces from some prior place and time, yet without a clue as to where or when.

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Is this because (a) my brain is going, (b) my eyesight is going, or (c) I’ve lived so long that I really have seen all these faces (or near-lookalikes) somewhere before?

I’m kind of hoping it’s (c). (a) and (b) are the types of things that make you want to stop going places. I like going places.