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Who Do You See When You Look in the Mirror
A stranger looking back at you? A gorgeous person capable of doing anything? What do you see when you catch your reflection in the mirror?
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Ferryman in Stream of Consciousness

Adaptation (a drabble)

I didn't change, so here I am.

Talking was something that we didn't much do. There were conversations, but they were the stuff of hurry and want; 'do this,' 'don't do that,' 'do those again.'

We weren't particularly religious, but prayers were offered. Curses were thrown. Fists and caresses, hurled and caught. Rope wasn't in play, but knotted were we on those cotton sheets.

We were strangers in a lover's embrace, filling an emptiness, until the emptiness grew larger than I was willing to fill.

Nothing changed, so everything did.

Here I am. Not still the same, not quite different.