My aunt Diane use to collect mirrors. I thought there was something magical about those mirrors. They always seemed to take you places , and at the corner of one you could see the mirror next to it taking you somewhere else.
So now I collect mirrors, and play with teleporting myself places. Sometimes I tilt them up to the sky, look in them, and see myself with the birds. For a moment, I am with them. Glorious. I gotta say this teleporting machine is indeed magic.
Do you have a mirror? What can you see through yours? Oh, I'd love to see.