My sister is like a library. Endless knowledge and beauty, but becoming less visited, her dancing is like the brass sliding ladders, fluid and graceful. Like a library she shares knowledge and values unbiasedly. Her smile is like the leather binding of an old book, strong and lasting. Like a library there is always more to read and learn, stories are endless. She is always going to have more stories to share, and opportunities to learn from. Her skills and knowledge are admired by many but matched by few.