She touched me---a gentle but firm hand that caressed and then slid along my back as she passed by, smiled, and said hello.
She touched me. And I remembered how perfect it feels to be touched by someone who loves you.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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*sigh
Your words are like a popsicle on a hot summer day.
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