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I over think everything, and so it was with a poem to choose for Poetry Friday, which also happened to be the first day of a brand new year. Over breakfast this morning (already a day late, not a good omen for a new year), the much thumbed through poetry anthology I thought to leaf through fell open to this poem:
The time will comewhen, with elationyou will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,