I am my mother's feet and hands, her talking a hind leg off of a donkey and her love of relationships
My fathers musical mind, dark hair, heavy lidded eyes, and thirst for knowing and understanding
I am my grandmother's creativity and her crappy thyroid gland
I am my grandfather's campiness, his love of poetry and his temper
I am my sisters voices, that can't be told apart when we spend long stretches together and our laughter that is like
I am my brothers traipsing through the woods, swimming and longing for wild places
I am
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