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𝟽ᴛʜ sᴇɴsᴇ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜˢ
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Ongoing, First published Aug 11, 2019
It is possible, for the person observing something, to perceive, receive and detect the information and the feeling the subject emanates. 
Other than the intuition that is considered the 6th sense, we can consider right after the sensation as the 7th sense. 
It means that weather it is disgust or pleasure or others, it comes stronger than all of the other senses. 
Now, it's my target to make you feel pleasure to the eye and soul. 
Welcome, to my workshop of aesthetics.
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