Thursday, October 22, 2015

My nieces always wear their nails pointy like the tips of ancient arrowheads. They have matured quickly, too fast for any of us to catch on to their changing bodies. They tower over me and my mother and suddenly it feels like we are peasants in the company of queens.

A precious bond sits between two women if they are brave enough to face the heartache of letting it unleash. It cements us to one another with roots as deep as the water table line. There is a distinct and unhurried nature to the unfolding of a woman's friendship, cautiously we enter; fawn eyes scanning the environment for danger. And when you find a sister, you can rest there knowing you can quietly sip water together downloading each others feelings without ever having to discuss a thing. 

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