i am found staring at the image reflected back at me. it's not alive, but it's certainly not dead. if i look closely enough i can almost see inside her. she seems so empty, and yet so full. i wonder where she's come from. she seems worn down and afraid. i wonder if i know her. she looks so familiar and yet so foreign. what was her past? what will become of her future? for i moment i feel like i'm no longer here; i'm there with her. and where might she be? everywhere? nowhere? anywhere? elsewhere? who knows. she remembers things that happened and i remember too, but we remember them differently. did they really happen at all? i'm back, and i realize who she is... me.
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