This is my older sister, Shannon Greene. Beautiful, isn't she? There doesn't seem to be a good starting point in describing her - I could talk circles about this girl.
Anyone who meets her will agree - she is mysterious. Even as her sister - even as close as I feel to her - she is naturally elusive. Just when you think you have her, just when you feel that you know her, you glimpse another facet of her character and you realize - this girl is otherworldly, wild. In the midst of the cool-girl charm she puts off so effortlessly, it's not hard to realize that she couldn't care less about it. She is genuine to her core.
Shannon's loves are not fickle; the objects of her affection are held so tightly and with such reverence, you find yourself loving those same things when you're around her. Whether it's a book, a ritual, a band, a man - the things she loves are bound tightly in her focus, and she does not sway from them easily. She bakes a mean banana pudding, makes a cup of tea that takes you places, and writes words that do the same. Being with her is always an adventure.
Steadfast, ethereal, smart as a whip - that's my sister.