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And yet it was a young woman who stared back at me from the mirror.

A young woman full of promise and hope, a young woman with bright eyes and full lips just waiting to take on the world. I never loved Mike anyway. Besides there are more important things. More important than love, I insist to myself firmly.
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The lid goes back on the coffee just like closure on the whole Mike experience.
La colère pêches

He doesn't haunt my dreams as I feared that night. Instead I am flying far across fields and woods, looking down on those below me. Suddenly I fall to the ground and it is only when I wake up that I realize I was shot by a hunter, brought down by the burden of not the bullet but the soul of the man who shot it.
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I realize later, with some degree of understanding, that Mike was the hunter holding me down and I am the bird that longs to fly.
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The next night my dream is similar to the previous nights, but without the hunter.
Soldier of Fortune

I fly free until I meet another bird who flies with me in perfect harmony. I realize with some relief that there is a bird out there for me, there is another person, not necessarily a lover perhaps just a friend, but there is someone out there who is my soul mate.
Pauvre Bleue

I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together, what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth, a little understanding of my physical being. He has only, a little piece of me.qiao smile rain