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Excerpt from “Narcissus’s mirror”, a poem by Paul Bearer

Every time I brush my teeth and take a glance in the mirror I keep thinking: what do we really see when we look in the mirror? Shadows of a former self? Memories of a past long gone? Do we recognize ourselves or wonder who’s the stranger looking back at us? Do we love what we see, or do we hate it?

In Greek mythology, the young Narcissus was so mesmerized by his own reflection in the water that he fell in and drowned…

We all have a different relationship with our reflection(s)…

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Personal illustration.