Twin Faces

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By Albert Ahearn

I gazed into her lovely eyes and saw miniature faces of myself looking back at me. Do these blue orbs see what I see? Is what I see what she perceives through these tinted panes to her soul? Can she see Mr. Hyde lurking behind the comely mask I wear? A smile on her innocent face appeared, then she gently kissed me caressing my cheeks with both hands. I knew then it did not matter what I saw in those twin faces hidden now behind her closed eyes.

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