The Naked Eye
Several nights ago, I put my Huichole bracelet down on my library table on top of an indian fabric that was made in southern Mexico. The next day, when I went to put it on, it wasn't there. I knew I put it there. After a while I went on to work. That night, I went back to the table and looked again. This time it was there.
The eye sees only what the brain allows it to see.
Your brain might enjoy this one.
The eye sees only what the brain allows it to see.
Your brain might enjoy this one.
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