i remember when i saw anne of green gables for the
first time. in the first part, she often talked to her
friend in the mirror. she talked to her reflection. her name was katy,
and anne often wondered what it was like to be katy.
to be free to roam the world,
and yet be loyal enough to greet
anne every time she stepped in front of the looking glass, or a window.
like anne, i often wonder what it's like for
the person i see looking at me in the mirror. i wonder what their story is.