SIBLING REMEMBRANCES*
In the warm, sunlit corners of our childhood
where laughter spills like marbles across the floor,
I hear the echoes of our shared secrets,
each whispered promise a thread woven into the fabric
of our youthful days.
We were explorers,
mapping the terrain of our backyard kingdom,
with sticks as swords, the garden hose our river,
where we splashed and shrieked,
the world...
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