Passing through

Walking through the looking glass can be a painful, powerful experience. You transform into something new, something different. You leave a part of yourself behind, as you struggle with a new form, making it fit into old contours. The change, though, doesn’t happen with a bang. It can happen on a quiet Sunday morning, listening to music, and the lyrics move you to tears. Then, by ourselves, we pass through. Still in the world, but seeing it a little differently.


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