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It was something of a medical miracle; First, an acid attack had destroyed one girls face. Then another young woman died and her parents donated her guise so the first girl's could be replaced. It was a delicate operation, detaching the face of one dead. It became  as pale as a Kabuki girls' It looked like a death mask they said. How strange then was the sensation when the patient was UN-mummified To see someone else in the mirror; The face of a stranger through her eyes. She was glad to once more appear human though the donor was somewhat older  than she. She would live out her days in the face of another- but then, We are all wearing masks- aren't we?
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
Her Face
It was something of a medical miracle; First, an acid attack had destroyed one girls face. Then another young woman died and her parents donated her guise so the first girl's could be replaced. It was a delicate operation, detaching the face of one dead. It became  as pale as a Kabuki girls' It looked like a death mask they said. How strange then was the sensation when the patient was UN-mummified To see someone else in the mirror; The face of a stranger through her eyes. She was glad to once more appear human though the donor was somewhat older  than she. She would live out her days in the face of another- but then, We are all wearing masks- aren't we?
A delicate operation attached the face of a deceased 31 year old to a young woman whose own face had been destroyeed
john-f-mccullagh
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63/M/American
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
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