It's an age of self revelation. On Facebook pages, a mess of cats, cousins and icecream-covered children form public portraits of our lives. There's a link to a poet's blog, where the truth trips over itself on its way to somewhere else. A moment of brilliance lights up a forest of platitudes, then all goes dark. If I try too hard to show myself, my trying clouds my openness. Can the 'real self' be revealed on purpose? Caught by surprise – or by love – I might show my face openly....

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