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  • found as in come across, but not completely unknown. still, totally alien to me in a strangely endearing way. my family's bigger, tackier, louder for sure. but this one is particularly composed, splendidly demeanored, and absolutely gorgeous. there's a certain kinship, a special type of belonging that can be perceived in this take; it's a family, in that word's most innocuous sense. they are together in a way that they're completely oblivious to the thought that someday that might not be possible at all. that one of them will always be missing. missing with an intensity that will take me years to even try to understand.
    here's my brother, and a bag of bones on the bed. say good bye.
    well, better to keep some things in their respective perspective, treasure the things we were able to have in common, the times up in the mountains, by the fire, so close to the sky. because have them we did, and with its own satisfactory frequency.
    Always missing, always reminding me of how empty the space between us can truly be -- no æther to speak of, nowhere to rest, to be, but caught in a special kind of trap, a weak, unbeatable force, like gravity. and how he, well, took it himself.
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