Yak and Dove are two unlikely friends. Dove wishes they were twins and perhaps this would make them closer and more alike. After a temporary parting Yak and Dove realize that by digging deeper than aesthetic similarities they have more in common that they originally thought.
In my tribe, I’m the left leaning, Jesus loving, tree hugging hippy-who-wears-a-bra, poet against systemic oppression friend. I stick out in my tribe but come hell or high-water, I can always run to and run for the fab three: Lonna, Kathleen, and Arlene.