The Mirror Room I am in an empty room. Except for a gigantic mirror hanging on the cold stone wall. I walk closer to it. I expected to see my reflection. Except I see her, reflected on the surface. Smiling and crying, she reach out a hand and touch the mirror on her side. I could never touch her , the closest I can get is the cold reflective surface of the mirror. There, alone I press my face against the mirror and weep sorrowfully.....
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