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The sudden power of her response and the strength of her trust surprise him. He reaches forward and catches her hand where it has stopped holding it and allowing the touch itself a moment to speak. The storms of our hearts have touched. he says lacing his fingers into hers, I would see that day..." He takes a measured breath before continuing, "... when our hands might touch without the aid of gloves and storms.
[ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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