Clearing the Muck: an Allegory

By Sherrie Cassel I don’t understand how reflections work. Narcissus stared into his own reflection and in his vanity, he fell in love with it. I’m looking out my window at 4:30 a.m.; it’s dark. I can see the reflection of this room in my office window. I can see a few of the piecesContinue reading “Clearing the Muck: an Allegory”

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