Today's OneWord: Reflection

You wonder how many of the cracks on your face are from the reflection or from the actual erosion of your features. You know you've been literally crumbling away for some time now; you were built from craggy earth and soft clay, after all. Now you see the flesh affected by the weathering of the winds. You are reshaped, reformed.

Your eyes hold up fairly well, though. Agates. Your mother's pride and joy.

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