i am forever accusing one of my older sisters of being a hippy. she has this summer-fruit-peachy-glow approach to things. it is actually something i love about her (but don't tell her i said so). her hippydom has now become a running joke between us.
she tells me that she has started taking fish oil, she tells me she believes everyone is a reflection of everyone else, she tells me she is moving to the country. i call her a hippy.
just now i had an encounter with a man who went out of his way to be lovely. just some simple things that made me smile and smile.
and somehow that made me feel closer to my sister.
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