Many Faces of Me

My own face. A fascinating thing. Something I did not choose, which is supposed to show my feelings???
Ever since I was a little girl, I spent a huge amount of time observing my own face in the mirror getting to grips with the subtleties of my features… Not quite my father, not quite my mother either. A newer brand.

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