Restored
when you revisit -
refreshed the pane stares back at you.
Through the looking glass
what once felt a bittersweet torture -
the years apart -
has become
a lopsided work of art.
A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
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