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Reflection

Posted on February 18, 2014December 26, 2021 by Clio

“There’s a shadow in the mirror with a glimmer of the one that was.”

My creative juices are like a gas-powered lawn mower that’s been kept a few too many seasons. I pull the cord and the engine kicks over a few times and I think that it’s the time that things will engage, but the engine just sputters out again. I pull the cord harder, jumping off the ground as I do so and pulling the mower up a little as well, and the engine tries a few more times, with a little more effort, but sputters out again. I pull a few more times, but eventually I give up: I feel like perhaps the tank has run dry, or the spark plugs are corroded beyond usefulness.

Where do I buy a new mower?

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