When I first open my computer, for just a moment before the dark screen leaps to life, I catch my own reflection. I am a portrait of myself with my environment behind me. I am caught unaware, not expecting my image and I clearly see the expression on my face as I wait to begin working- patient, bemused, eager.
I am older now. A bit drawn, my face slackened with difficulty. My eyes shadowed with fatigue. Often my head rests on my hand. I am a bit frail, a bit worn-down, and, altogether lovely. I approve of this woman, of what I have become.
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