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Author's Biography: DreamDancer posts stories to the internet when the mood strikes him and graciously gave his permission for any of his stories to appear on our pages.

I first looked upon you, and knew not what I'd see. Thick and smokey was the vision, not clear at all, just the hint of images perhaps there, or maybe just in my mind.

I gazed deeper into you, and saw the smoke start to drift away, an image truly starting to be clear. The image was that of me. I smiled, and the image smiled. I laughed, and the image laughed. Could this truly be me?

As I looked closer, I saw that the image was not in fact me as I know myself. In the love of the same song, I saw you take meaning from the words, while my spirit met with just the tune. I looked at a painting, and saw the simple beauty captured there. I saw my reflection admiring the same painting, but relishing the nuances of the shading of the colors.

The visions are the same, and yet different aspects that bring each part together as one.

But it must be me, the reflection is so clear.

And then I realize that I gaze not into a piece of polished glass, I am looking into the mirror of my soul.

I blink my eyes, and come to realize that the face I see staring back at me is not my own, but yours, staring deeply into the mirror you see, standing in front of you.