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Changing the Reflection in the Mirror

On the day after I was left, I looked in the mirror. I saw a woman who had been discarded. Thoughtlessly thrown away like some worn-out or unfashionable sneakers. Good enough to be walked on, but no longer deemed worthy of the necessary closet space. Some days when I looked in the mirror, I sawContinue reading “Changing the Reflection in the Mirror”