I have not even read my lovely new sister's email.
I do not need to.
All that matters is.....
We could elope tomorrow to Lisbon.
And she would know.
The nation ...
What is a nation but a cultural construct as with all else.
But I could not construct her in my wildest wettest dreams.
And she became my sister.
Maybe even twin.
The rest of them "moanin"ing...
And jabbing.
And not just sitting in Roy's sunshine.
And knowing that is all there ever was.
