Memories are mirrors that reflect our past.
Shiney surfaces that captured moments in time with in our minds.
we often gaze at our favorite ones the most fondly.
Some mirrors are clouded only bits and pieces of times long since past peak through the dust.
Some mirrors are covered in black shrouds to keep the ghosts from escaping.
Mirrors of the minds entrap our most gaurded secrets and our most treasured recolections.
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I am fascinated by the secrets mirrors hold... and I enjoyed this tribute to them..... Neville
Thank you for reading friend I appreciate it
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my pleasure ....
The mirror is both a gateway and a prison, depending upon the reflection you perceive.
Very true if you its all in the eye of the beholder.
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