Our skin was as fragile as paper - flaking at the slightest, even gentlest, touch. In order to protect our brittle countenance, we always travelled together. We could not fathom what the world would be like without the other - how difficult our existence would be without the other. If one was to break away, the other would quickly follow in order to offer protection. At night, we would recall the lives lost around us. All those we had lost in the name of survival would forever remain etched in our memory. And it was here at night when we felt the safest - cloaked in familial protection - loved and sheltered by those ancient ghosts.
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