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Hit “Open to a new window.” Then hit again to enlarge. Then download to read in a picture viewer for clear print and best results. In 1968 I walked into a meeting of a metaphysical society in Ottawa, Canada. I was 22. There I saw a man who vanished when he caught my eye on him. I kept my eye on the spot. Saw him two more times. I then spoke with the woman in charge. She left to return with a photograph. I said, “That is the man.” She said, “That is the caretaker. He died yesterday. Where you saw him was his favorite place to sit during our meetings.”

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