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I say a stranger is more inclined to tell you who you are, than you are to tell that stranger.
You stand in front of a mirror. You see the light rays bouncing off of this reflective surface to form the image which you have come to label as, you. The light rays bend and twist as they pass through the many prisms to collect the colors that are ( Read more... )
You stand in front of a mirror. You see the light rays bouncing off of this reflective surface to form the image which you have come to label as, you. The light rays bend and twist as they pass through the many prisms to collect the colors that are ( Read more... )
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I don't believe I ever told you how utterly breathtaking I found this entery to be. I remember when you first posted it, and I remember for the next few days whenever I saw a mirror I thought of you.. but who does that? Who looks into a mirror and thinks of a completely diffrent person?
In my opinion, this is one of the best pieces of writing I have ever read from you. And every time I re-read it, this process of thinking of you when I look at me repeats.
This entery will always be Breathtaking.
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