Day 1067, reflection. Day's pictures, Poetry The mirror points in two directions. It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me. It lets me reflect, what I, think I see. So, what is reflected? Am I my own imitation? Nochrisis Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related