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Hey my name is Claire, I'm new to Livejournal after having a deadjournal for ages. I live in PA and just got back from Australia where I lived for about 6 months. Any feedback would be appriciated.
Do you have any brothers or sisters? How do you think they have affected your life? Are you a different person because of them?
(This one is old, but still relavent)
We were different then, my brother and I. His ravid temper was expended on me, being two years his junior. Sharp-edged toys preyed on my bare feet when I toddled across our worn tan carpet. He embedded these plastic teeth with little care to my cashew-shaped feet.
As we aged, I remember him coming home triumphantly from school, like a warrior from a hunt. I stayed home in our stucco house, befriending whatever poor creature slinked into our sunbeaten backyard.
When he was seven he became a blonde-haired god. I clearly see him climbing our apple tree as I sat sticky in the noonday heat. A breeze edged it's way through the tree like a comb through a knot. Looking up, his ash-white hair blended into the sun's shifting eye. Set aflame, he looked like Thor, out of place in the shifting deserts of New Mexico.
As we grew up, we grew together, like trees in a forest. His meager two years seniority melted as I hit puberty. Sprouting and shedding very soon and very suddenly, I became a flaxen-haired Norsewoman. I seemed older than him. I entered highschool with a keen mind and ambition. Where he was neglected in school, I was given opportunity. I was ushered through gifted classes and AP whatevers like they were a joke. Looking back, they were a joke. The only things I needed to know cannot be taught in a classroom. My brother shifted through woodshop and US History with a burden of work over his head. For once, the sun seemed to be elevating me to importance. I never thought the sun could ebb away...
Lacking fulfillment, I entered a period of mourning for the failed experiment of the human race.
Inconsolable.
I saw no difference between darkness and light. All but one of my runic creators abandoned me. My steadfast Thor emerged out of the wreckage I created from my life.
My brother.
His weaknesses and faults had been patched as he progressed. Now that my view was cloudy and my frame was wan, he patched me. He made me whole again, tacking and sewing my frayed nerves and disjointed ligaments until I returned to human form. Our lives began to mix and intertwine. Where he ended, I picked up, like a fjord into the sea. We became not rivalrous siblings but similar beings.
Our strength became one and we persevered. We were forged in the womb and smelted in life. My blood will always bear traces of him. Our scars line up and the exact position of moles will always be imprinted upon us. We grew towards eachother like high branches over a road.
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