Transparency

Ignore the person behind the curtain.

See only who stands in front of it.

The one viewed by all.

But when you look at this curtain you can't help but think of who is behind.

No matter what you see, you wonder if there is more.

It's human nature.

Is what lays behind the curtain really different than what is in front?

Or is the curtain transparent?

Is what you see, what you get?

Everyone has a person behind the curtain, but sometimes this person is a twin.

 

 

 

 

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