Is it my reflection I see in this murky, slimy pond, or is it the murky, slimy, pond that sees my reflection?

September 18th, 2014, 10pm

It was 20.6°C with few clouds. The wind was light.

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Monique DeNiro

Writing is my life and the world is my novel.

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