“My double,” he breathes in awe.
He stares at the image.
It is him, precisely.
He kneels, staring hungrily.
The double does not speak, but he
smiles back, mimicking movements.
He leans forward, progressively closer.
It is the Siren song, he falls in
drowning, and blue flowers appear.
She stares at her double. The glass is
shiny with polish, but the image
is not precisely her.
She poses with the effiency of someone
practiced in the craft. The double dumbly
copies her, finding the best angle.
She leans forward, camera poised.
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