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FACES, MIRRORS, LIGHT

Seems I've been awfully political in here of late, and to what effect after all… those dim bulbs in office fade to below zero importance when I've got a grandtwin in each arm staring at my face like there's some vast secret to be found there, and I suppose there is, though I'm not really in on it either, but I don't tell them that. I stare into the mirror with the same look they have on their newborn faces when they look at me for the minutes that are their hours. I guess we're all newborn every moment, hungry to learn where we are and what to do there so as to better rely on ourselves (if we're honest), see further by our own brightness and that of honest others, not by some dim bulbs...