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  • My hands laced in hers we would run through the meadow seeking a flutter on the horizon, a glitter on a distant rock, a noise in the forest.
    Touch this! She would demand in enthusiasm, it is what fairies use for a carpet in their mansions. And we would run our hands through the moist moss, that dripped with water pure and clear.
    Take this! She would demand as she shoved another shiny rock in my hands that I had to place in her pack. She would hike miles, carrying pounds of titillating, jagged treasures.
    Stay here! She would demand. Let's pretend we are lost in the woods. And we would cram our bodies into a hollowed log, putting branches over our heads, crouched in the dark musty wood we would giggle until we were found.

    As we grew older, our spirited adventures turned from our imaginary world, to conversations as confidants, exploring spirituality, the meaning of life, our purpose.
    Her big, brown doe eyes, full of wonder, curiosity, fire, spirit; touched the world.
    Her strength, her determination, her wisdom; imprinted all who were around her.
    Adamantly she carved her life around the injustices and indignant situations of our world, shaping my soul, and others, in the process.
    She engraved on my heart the power of equality for all; an unequivocal love for animals that knew no compromise; and the fight to find love with no boundaries, walls, or judgment.

    She was my rock, my shoulder, my sister.
    The love we had, was unconditional. Our spirits were intertwined to the core.
    Despite our rifts or disagreements; our love for one another sustained them all.
    I love you and miss you forever Heidi. I will see you on the other side my beloved sister.
    Oct. 18, 1970 - Feb 9, 2008
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