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Jun 2013
In the dimness of days end,I glimpse a reflection in the glass I  do not know who it was, but he seemed familiar, forever lost; the memory of this face haunts me like a word on the tip of my tongue. Soon forgotten for another face for another day so many faces there have been. All that remains is just a familiar reflection  in the glass at the end of the day.
earthwatcher
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earthwatcher  58/M/In my mind
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