To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I a — Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories
To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I a — Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories
To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I a — Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories
To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I a — Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories
To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I a — Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories
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To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I am this.

— Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories
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