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written 28 jan 2021

my sister’s raw hands,

caked in soot and lamp light,

strain down to pull me over the rocks

even in stiff darkness, they are just like mine

and rocks, most of all,

know the strength of an eldest sister

“aren’t you tired?” i wheeze

“we aren’t even halfway there.”

- her response quick as her stride

but i know how heavy we are

how heavy we have been.