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A Thousand Means

Tim Cantor, 2004

I watched this child crisscross from personality to personality

From day to day.

By hour

By minute

A laugh, a look, a process of thought,

A certain word that might come forth in a certain tone…

depending on the company of that certain person

And as this child grew

The characters that she played seemed to burn away

One by one

Until that day

She came to be

Her very own self

With her very own laugh, her very own look, her very own thoughts.

From day to day

By hour

By minute

A thousand decisions are decided

And in every one, we become more distinct

Until that one day

We become complete

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