Thursday, October 25, 2007
I first began to notice hands when I found that all men's hands were not as large as my Dad's hands. They were large, strong, and forceful, yet always gentle like the man. His hands encompasses mine even now when he takes it gently yet firmly, as though providing it with a cover of protection against the outside world. But he has always been like that, strong and protective, yet gentle. When those hands hold a baby, the baby stops crying and is quiet as though calmed by their strength and gentleness.
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Clesias knows that it is time to stop all the bitterness and restore those friendships that were somehow ruined.
But sometimes it is just so hard.
words written on the fallen leaf
10:38 PM
