With each new day of isolation his sense of identity unravelled, until he no longer recognized himself in the mirror.
With each new day of isolation his sense of identity unravelled, until he no longer recognized himself in the mirror.

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With each new day of isolation his sense of identity unravelled, until he no longer recognized himself in the mirror.
© 2020 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 
9 x 12 watercolor wash and pen sketch on watercolor paper.

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