Today I looked at my face in the mirror and saw a stranger. Yeah, lots of people see that, write wrenching poems about it, appalled prose.
Worried, they are. Some smash their mirrors, at least fictionally.
Not me. I smile broadly at my stranger.
What a relief !
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