In the rigidity of her chair she blends in, all corners and angles. Her body, a strong icy float in the vastness of the Arctic ocean. Her mind, a steely pile unreachable to the swiftest of waves. Her eyes, reminiscent of a paling blue dawn.
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Every time I hear a Bee Gees song, a warm feeling courses through me. I am taken to the back of an Audi A6, to the year 2011, on the way to karate class. I am taken back to the warmth of cornbread, breathing life into my cold hands, to the feeling of pure bliss as the car heater wiped clean the cold of my ankles. I remember drawing on the windows, tracing pictures to give form to the thoughts in my mind, appearing as intricate swirls and squiggles. I look at my sister now, wondering if she thinks the same way. Does she remember those times?
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