I stood before the window
There was my reflection
Marked and masked
Wondering, questioning
I saw me
And was not bothered
Categories: Psychology
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Who is this girl Psychologist mimi
I love to travel, try new foods, ingest caffeine, and watch political news coverage. A psychologist by training trying to bring a little common sense to it all.
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Isn’t it fascinating that that same reflection has the power to change direction from day to day. Good or bad lighting is everything. Great poem!
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