--William E. StaffordYou will walk toward the mirror,closer and closer, then flowinto the glass. You will disappearsome day like that, beingmore real, more true, at last.You learn what you are, but slowly,a child, a woman, a man,a self often shattered, and piecesput together again, till the end:you halt, the glass opens--A surface, an image, a past.
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