unlearning, forward in the backward steps to a place where it all began... she stepped into the body size mirror and took flight.......
one instance that appears to mind is that of a mirror, a telling mirror, a young women stands and stares into the mirror moving slowly back and fourth to the mirror, as she moves she creates lit shadows that waver in the mirror these lit shadows are living memories from all her previous lives, she watches and stares at the flickering shadows, they are faces appearing of people whom she had known and loved in her other lives, they come to her some happy some sad but on the whole a sense of reunion warms the flickering shadows and that of the women as she keeps moving slowly back and fourth to the dimly lit mirror. She steps into the mirror and the flickering shadows smile and welcome her back as if she was going home........ She, was going home.
That's it
Smiles
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''there ain't nothing more alien to me than that which I know''
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