"Oh, it is her hair color and cloak. I remember them distinctly from seeing myself in the mirror. The exact same shade, and the natural grace, I remember a fluidity of motion that I never had until recently." She shook her head. "I can say that much for certain. I remember the way that her body felt, and mine is starting to feel more like hers."
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She shook her head then. "But I am not her."