My and my sister

As the days turn cooler here in New Mexico, and nights drop below freezing, I cling to thoughts of the beach. The last time I was on the beach was last month. The tide was low, and the sun was sinking, warm on my face and my sister was by my side.

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4 thoughts on “My and my sister

  1. In our first conversation, we dived deep into a converstion about mothers and sisters. And you struck me as a rich woman. This Thanksgiving season (what a weird concept to have an essential attitude hyped or commercialized…) I am giving thanks for you, your blog, your sisterhood with your biological sister (I reckon), and our friendship. xo

    PS Can you tell that I am a wee tad jealous of the sisterhood with your nuclear family sis?

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  2. Well, friend, I’m back, no other post to sign onto with my holiday greetings and wishes for the best year ever… starting before midnight this Wednesday (I am an early retirer;-) You are a faraway sister in miles/kilometers only. I love our friendship, and your courage and moxie teach me. I still can’t get over those photos of your unpacked boxes within minutes (almost) of moving to a foreign place. Rock and write on. xoxo

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