Photo courtesy of Ilona Wellmann I met his twin. Well, he was Tall, just like him. Facial resemblance, so similar and clear. He had the rugged look, the sort of unpreparedness that characterized a man. He was odd . H is hands always parading in the air. He held an awkwardness that set him apart from the rest. I was studying him like an endangered specie. Pride was ranking high in his personality triangle. His 'soft' spoken nature a mirage of the hardness of his heart. The wall he built around him, the seclusion he commanded and the fangs he sharpened proclaimed his domineering nature. He dominated and lashed back at the emptiness of any voice. I walked away knowing he would never be like him.