Look closely at this illustration. Can you see an old woman, a young woman, or both?
Based on an idea from
Every Photo Tells a Story.
MY INNER CHILD
My Inner Child's in mourning
For she passed a looking glass
And she saw the awful ravages
That daily come to pass.
My Inner Child is merry,
She only lives to play,
But the Inner met the Outer
In a looking-glass today!
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