Years After Losing My Twin, I Encountered Someone Who Looked Exactly Like Me

I am seventy-three years old, and when I look back across the length of my life, it has the outline of something missing. Not dramatically missing, not in a way anyone else would immediately notice — but like a photograph with a corner torn away. You can still see the picture. You can still recognize the faces. But you know, even if no one speaks of it, that part of the story has been removed. When I was five years old, I became…
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