Stranger

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By Lorena Bernhardt

There's a girl staring back at me. She mimicks my every move. I reach out, as does she, But the boundary between us is smooth. I stare into her eyes, And a tear rolls down my cheek. My heart starts to fly As I realize the girl is me.

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