Personally, I've always been intrigued with mirrors, though I ignore them if, from afar, they appear to be dirty. I just don't like that. I like antique mirrors. When I come upon one, I normally will dissociate as I wonder what that mirror has captured. I think of Amy Grant's, "If These Walls Could Speak." As a sensate, I feel what it must have been like so many thousands of years ago to discover your reflection for the first time. ("There's a gap between my two first teef!") I feel the pain of having to cover every mirror in the house, I remember playing with the dark side at sleepovers, and certainly I will not scry, watch Bloody Mary, or see Mirrors again.
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