The Real Me

This is the writer, hard at work, reflecting into a mirror – Otherwise, it's all the same, and I really did write with my left hand until I was 9 years old.



But there's more – so I am told – a part of me (and all people) that is female. So, further reflection showed this amazing phemale filosopher. My Animus.






And then there is the fauxtaographer part of me, the strange one – well, here's looking at you






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