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Sistah! A note of appreciation

Sistah! I was just thinking about you. I realise that I never appreciated this enough: that you are a 360° person. The fights, the fun, the laughter, the intensity, the games, the sleeping in the sun, the reading - all those things made for a 360° relationship. And when I think of the friends of yours that I liked, Linda, Richard, Lesley, Bridget - they were all people that could handle your 360°ness and the thing that I appreciated about them was their 360°ness. I was thinking this morning about how uni-dimensional one has to be in relationships in order that that other person doesn't walk away. In a way we are going to spend the rest of our lives pretending that we only have this 1° and hiding the 359°. It's like living in a state of perpetual blackmail. And instead of appreciating what you were teaching me I tried to pare you down. Sorry. Thinking about this has definitely put a different slant on things. Thanks.

(The fact that she is so radically there, allows you to be more of yourself in the relationship, and more parts of the good parts are exposed along with the bad.)

(I was contemplating my radical sister, who is 25 times me, more mean, more difficult, more funny, more fun. I was admiring her 360°ness, because it attracts people, it makes them comfortable to be their 360°ness because it can never be as bold or as beautiful as Sistah!, so the people around her can just go completely wild - and in being themselves they are beautiful, you never feel like they are holding back, hiding, presenting only their best foot. Their ugly foot makes their best foot look glittering.)
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