There are people.

People I never knew.

People who exist in my mind,

built from anecdotal data.

Personalities woven on the loom of storytelling.

How a reader grasps the character of a protagonist,

I become acquainted with these individuals.

They never knew me, but I know them.

Family long gone,

Who impact me, yet never knew I would even exist.

Like a two way mirror.

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