You were my anchor; a soft place. But in front of boys, you punched below the belt--dull pain that builds armor. I love you like a sister, our genes almost intertwined, our roots touching across the hemispheres.
I am one of many, embarking on this experiment. The idea is to write a short piece of poetic prose about 365 people I have encountered in my life, one entry per day for a year, using approximately the number of words, matching my age. I've stopped, then resumed, but I am resolved to take this to the finish line.
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