pick-a-paint-brush:He looked in the mirror again. Awoman standing right behind his reflection was sm

pick-a-paint-brush:He looked in the mirror again. Awoman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. Hereached out a hand and felt air behind him. If she was really there, he’d touchher, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air - she andthe others existed only in the mirror. She was a very pretty woman. Shehad dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought,edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, butthen he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. Thetall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. Hewore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just asHarry’s did. Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearlytouching that of his reflection.“Mum?” he whispered. “Dad?” -- source link

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