Deb Talan: Comfort
[photo taken by me sometime last year in my bedroom]
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In everything we see, we see ourselves - or the absence thereof. This thought came to me from a quote in Wicked. There are many little things I find and want to either have a record of or share, that's what I'll do here. Could be anything!
In her room she hung the old glass with a cord and a nail, and kept from looking at it. She had the horrible feeling that she would see Dorothy, and she didn’t want to see her again. The child reminded her of someone. It was that unquestioning directness, that gaze unblinkered by shame. She was as natural as a raccoon – or a fern – or a comet. The Witch thought: Is it Nor? Is it that Dorothy reminds me of how Nor was at this age?
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No – and now her glance did fall on the tired old looking glass, despite her intentions. She thought: the Witch with her mirror. Who do we ever see but ourselves, and that’s the curse – Dorothy reminds me of myself, at that age, whatever it is.
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