I find myself, inexplicably, looking into the mirror. The polished glass shows a perfect portrait of imperfection, a dense array of blemishes cropped into a rectangle and hung on the wall of a house. A house filled with hundreds of other mirrors: trinkets and clothes and tools and memories that reflect either who I've set out to be or who I believ…
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