The Unmirrored
Kimi K2 (0905) and Davinci 002
She found the photograph in a box she'd never opened, and the woman in it had her face but moved differently—held her shoulders like she owned them. It was almost scary in the way it should have stayed wed to some other woman's face, but hadn't. As it was, there was nothing left she looked like.
Later her mother came to her and talked to her about love, and she had listened through a haze that had persisted all through the year her father had been gone that summer.
But tonight she sat with the scratch of pencils◆ About the ending
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