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Friday, November 9, 2012

Life Line


 


I viewed your palm,
studied its life line –

traced my index finger.

You grabbed hold
and we never let go.




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1 comment:

Wanda Lea Brayton said...

Not letting go, whether in a physical or emotional sense, is what it's all about...holding on tightly to what we love, but also knowing when to open our hands and let it fly free, as well. Beautiful brevity.

November 9, 2012 at 7:15:00 PM EST

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