I don't say sister often because I didn't think of her as my sister anymore. My sister was lost so long ago I can't remember when last I recognized her. The triangle of grass in your garden is the best memorial I can think of. It made me cry. When my sister was less ill, before the drugs took her from us, she would have laughed and laughed to think of herself memorialized in this way on the other side of the world. Thank you.



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