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Cross-Shaped Mirror


Clear Real My reflection Light Hair Gray Eyes Eyes Soul Who is that in the Cross-Shaped Mirror? Beautiful? Good? I look deeper... I see... ...Him... ... a man. His hands are scarred, pierced... They are open, reaching... Who is He? He's inside my mirror, inside me, defining me. He is in me, reflecting through me...A Man, A God, A Savior. This Man is my Crossed-Shaped Mirror. I'm a Christian, a reflection of Him, who is inside me.
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