Lids’ mirrors provide the only true reflection of self.

Specious shadows suggest a bold, bright soul will relay words both rosy and bright.

But, blues can be williwaws rather than clock-calms and golds can be purloined instead of polished.

Rejecting an ever definition of identity, the option chosen is one of balance.

Whether others see the face as cold or warm matters not and whether lips relay supportive or contrary notes matters less.

Temperature of temperament rises and falls and in mind’s connected place a point appears clear: it is okay—no matter the day, bay, ray, say, way, yea, or nay. ; )

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