Narcissus

“You have done it in front of a mirror and looked at yourself — like Narcissus?

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Stasis in darkness.

Then the substanceless blue

— Ariel by Sylvia Plath

The three of them sat at the bar. Arlo even had the same uniform — the same hairstyle and a black dress.

“Triplets?” The bartender smiled.