A hand has such great power and yet we rarely notice it. It takes someone else's hang to step into my world to really realize how amazing one is. It reaches for mine for sweet warmth as I walk down a chilly downtown street. It touches the small of my back that is bare as I lean forward, bringing warmth, comfort, and yet quick chills that reach my toes. It reaches around my face and brings me toward the other bringing comfort, a sense of security, and enables the world around to fall away. Without a reach or a tug, it holds my heart.It is rough, but not abrasive; strong, but not crushing; hot, but does not burn. Yes sometimes it takes another hand to make me appreciate how much power they possess.
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