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Dec 2012
When you look at the reflection of something,
you know what it is, you don't try to touch it,
hold it or give it more meaning than it has.

Maybe you should. Maybe you should question.
Everything, anything. All the time. After all,
are we standing in line to turn to dust and fit in a shoebox?
How can you be sure you're not on the wrong side of the mirror?

You can't.
Touch and hold it, give it all you have.
Everything, anything. All the time.
Always.
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