When reflecting grey morning light our bathroom mirror can transform silver to blond, wrinkled to smooth. Then I see the man I know my self to be not the one seen by the world. He appears when someone turns on the light.
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stunning imagery.
I like the way so few words can describe a lifetime of transformation. I enjoyed this very much.
Thank you for the kind words.
ahh the masks we wear 🙂 very nice…