Monday, August 9, 2010

#11 Self-Portrait

I looked at the mirror this morning and I don't recognize the woman staring back at me. Her face is deeply lined. Her mouth turned down at the corners as if this is its natural resting state. But it is the eyes that catch my attention. They seem empty. And I wonder where is the woman who normally shines there?

I invite her back softly into this body where she can dance a life.

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