Aerialists in Gold

We are often mistaken for twins. Similar hair similar build. It adds to the illusion while we twirl high above everyone and our details are fuzzy. Up close, our mother's smile is on both our faces. Even closer I have a small constellation of freckles on my collar bone that belong to only me. Even deeper still I can forgive faster than her. I can love more intensely, cry quicker and feel more. I hurt more, but I am more.