Sister and sister

Me with my actual sister

(in the city, eating ice cream and waiting for the bus home in the 9 pm sunset. I had given her lion face paint at a carneval).




Me with my “I have known your name since before I remember being a person” sister

(in her uncle’s cabin that she has the key to, where we went to spend a day painting but actually spent a day talking).


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