new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Imagine looking into a mirror and seeing your mother (or father)looking back at you,saying, "Hey. Where'd you go?"P.S. The verification word was "repimpl".Suddenly I turned 15 again. Not hardly!! ha ha
I love the notion of the doppelganger. I love twins. I love the mirror image. Thanks Vassilis. As ever you tap into something special.
Annie--I don't know the answer to "Where'd you go?" You take me back to being 15 with Clearasil as my best friend!Elisabeth--Thanks for the special words; I feel the same way about the doppelganger.