My sisters, I have many.
Photographs of my sister and I, as well as others. Those that are blood and those that are not.
Nostalgic, stereotypical, pure, and serene scenes of a sisterhood familiar to me.
These sisters are all living in the same world. They are not expressing their differences or what sets them apart, but instead what makes them similar.
They are stripped of variation and left to just be sisters.
One of the same. The archetype of sisterhood.