RDP Monday: OLDER
Today I looked into my bathroom mirror
and I said to the slightly worn face, shrouded in mist and droplets of cool water,
" Who are you? Are you me? Are you Anita? "
The face in the mist did not not reply.
It looked at me sternly.
I asked again.
" Who are you? "
And then the face, shrouded in mist and a lot of years put it's hand against the glass, it pushed it's face against the mirror and then it did not ask as much as it demanded to know
" What the Hell are you and where is Anita? "

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