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By HMS Date: 2001 Jul 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.27.23.21.13687]] |
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Drifting at a concert, leaning comfortably against you, our fingers warmly laced, my glance catches another couple echoing our pose. They listen absently, and then the man shifts ever so slightly towards his wife and gently turns her hand over in his, brushing his thumb across her palm. She turns to him, her fine white hair like a halo around her fragile, faded face. A look flashes between them that sets their careworn features alight, makes them almost radiant. I nudge you, nod their way. You see, and pull our linked hands to your lips. You've read my mind. |