Dina Florence

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In the night glass was a face so pale you could see the blackness of the sky through it. We pressed cheek to cold, glassy cheek. If you had seen us you would have known that were it not for this glass, there was really nothing to tell us apart.
Dina Florence
I’m so confused is she seeing her twin or her reflection????
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