Sister

I miss you sometimes like a tree misses sunlight in winter With just enough glimpses into your life to sustain me but not enought to flourish and blossom They say you can never go back but it seems you can sometimes pick up where you left off or perhaps create something new from remnants of the past I am so grateful to have you in my life So deeply, profoundly happy to have my sister back again

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