The Moon

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To my sister, who loves and cares unconditionally:

She is the moon,

quiet and steady.

I am the sun,

bold and unyielding.

We dance in a sky that never meets,

turning in time's opposing hands.

But when dusk greets dawn,

when time stands still,

we paint the colors of an endless sky.

She softens my edges,

I brighten her shadows–

two halves of the same celestial rhythm.

Together through every season,

apart through every day and night,

We create the contrast between dark and light.

From your sister, with radical acceptance.

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