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In mirrored glass,  he stands alone and yet sees his father’s eyes. He sees the fear  that he once had before that man’s demise.  He sees a man where once there stood,  a frightened little boy. But the man is frightened still, it seems, and hides guilt-ridden joy.  Joy at the death of the man who owned  these tired eyes before.  A father now,  without a father, and a freedom to be more.

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