Mirrored Woman
What was she looking at? Searching for? Trying desperately to discern?This woman layed before me and seemed desperately lost in time as she peared into a mirror as though it held an answer to a question only she knew. I watch all day. Kept peering out the window. Finally at dusk I walked outside to see who this woman was and if I could help. As I approached--one solitary tear fell, assaulted her cheek. I touched her shoulder to see if I could assist. To me absolute chargen, that woman was me.
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