Mirrors.

Deep lines furrow her dusky forehead and cradle her circled eyes. Her dimples have company; dark ravines making their way from her sun-spotted nose to her chin. Mirrors scare her: with every glance another grey. Mirrors reveal how little she has accomplished. Not today. Today, her worn forehead and tired eyes are the long workContinue reading “Mirrors.”

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