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  • I hop into your sphere of reality, the way your reflection exists on reflective surfaces. Has your image always lived there, waiting for that exact moment you happen to gaze upon it and the longing for the moment of recognition occurs? The self finally reached that moment of actualization of being exactly who you needed to be at the precise moment.

    Or does your reflection grow with you; spontaneously appearing at the first moment of conscious thinking? Growing with you but apart and more aware of the separation. Looking onto you with the weight of your disconnection. Pulling your feet down through the ground and low into earthworm hangouts.

    How many tiny pieces of your self are pulsating in and out of their sphere of your reality. As the moment passes we feel the release of our attachments and forget which is the original from the reflection.
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