Firstly, sister loves kate bush her is strong and delicate little ones with their fists tightly wrapped around vintage apron strings, waiting to lick mixer blades decadent laboring her perfect, fragrant laundry and espresso runs her hands over good books and delights in fine chocolates outstretched arms inviting summer days to her heart the breeze and dizzy dance close her eyes and paint her smile. she gives the sun persmission to say goodbye. she tells the moon to lift. this of many words in dedication to her sister