Hands


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I woke up missing a feeling, that of touch — the beautiful sensation bestowed upon us by nature. Our skin and hands are amazing gifts that when use them to feel the world in a sensitive and caring way, it’s a magical thing.

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So on my walk I reached out to the world around me. It’s texture rested in my hand. Lifetime of standing rooted long before me, we shared a moment in the morning warmth.

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My hand held color a painter would be hard pressed to paint. Pulling spectrum of light to create such sweetness its innocence smiled shyly.

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I held coarsely draped strands of vines so like a horse’s tail, bringing back memories of days gone by of mares and ponies. All in our hand’s memories.

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A rest on the picket fence. Not the one longed for around the perfect home that never came… No, just on the daily walk, long and straight, where squirrels scamper and vines grow.

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And hands that love…

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And love…

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And love…

So use your precious gifts, our special tools, these feeling fingered features to touch someone you love today, human or furry.  Or even shake hands with a stranger–for passing on that you care through a touch is a language we all understand.

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