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| We do know each other, the two of us. |
This screen is not real life. Since we are ever so lucky enough to move beyond the pixels, I welcome it. (Head’s up: I’m a hugger.) And ever since we were little, my sister has not regarded me as a stranger, and take my words as such. Think of her as sanguine and spirited. Think of her as someone who exists beyond her thoughts and ideas, someone who is often-helping, always-learning. Think of her as me, today, a host of contradiction and chaos in a static, searching body.
Regard me as a simple, everyday human offering a small sliver of herself to a large chunk of humanity.
I promise to think of you the same.
