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  • Every time we meet again, I feel as close to him as to my husband. An obvious sign: I start mixing their names up. I hug him in passing and try and make sure he's well fed, comfortable.
    I will defend him without question, against anyone who dares to attack. And I adore him without end. I recommend his business, friendship, hairstyle to anyone who could find use for it, and those who can't. I brag about his kids as if they are mine, share their photos with colleagues.
    He has been with me the longest. I am sure that, before i was aware i was growing inside a someone, i was aware of him, sharing that space. Maybe that is why my world always seems to revolve around others. If that is the case, can one ever be truly alone?
    He is the other, my brother.

    Photo: My dad took this picture in 1981 with a dia camera. He's scanning them all, as they are being eaten away by fungus (the tiny bits of black in the photo). My brother is the one staring intently into the camera.
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