A Strange Kind of Mirror
There’s a feeling here. It’s not what keeps me from writing the closing of this letter. Instead, I imagine a close friend, whispering that I should be careful…
There’s a feeling here. It’s not what keeps me from writing the closing of this letter. Instead, I imagine a close friend, whispering that I should be careful…
I stared into the mirror. The old, decrepit skeleton stared back at me with the faintest trace of hope in his eyes. His weathered face told a thousand tales of…