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Sometimes I look in the mirror and see an old woman of days already gone. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see a little child of days when I was two or three. Sometimes I look and ask who I really am, but most often I know the reflection of my own soul. Today, bound only by time and space, to learn and to grow and to ultimately see with eyes not of brown or blue or green, but through a kaleidoscope bursting with truth. Sometimes I wonder if creation began with the gaze in a mirror of an old loving man.
A watercolor painting depicts an elderly woman, dressed in a faded light blue dress, with gray hair tied in a neat bun, facing away from the viewer, looking into a decorative ornate golden mirror. The reflection in the mirror shows a younger version of herself, with a subtle smile, as well as an older man with white hair and a beard, and a baby girl with blue eyes and short blonde curly hair wearing a pink dress. The mirror's surface is shattered into multiple pieces, with the cracks resembling a stained glass window, and the individual shattered pieces reflect the various stages of life. The background is a warm, faded golden color, with subtle specks of light simulating dust particles suspended in the air. The overall impression is one of reflection, memory, and the passage of time.