I look in the mirror and I see me. I don’t see pieces of me divided from myself. I don’t see fragments joined in some kind of melded me. I just see me. Oh, I know all of which I am made: good, bad, sincere, afraid, faithful, faltering. But in the end, staring back at me in the mirror is just me.
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