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October 16, 2007,
12:04 p.m.
Touch
Sometimes I lay in bed and gently trail the fingers of my left hand over my right arm like a lazy hand cutting through water and only then I'm soothed, until I remember it's just me. A lifetime of avoiding being touched has left me yearning even for the intimacy of a handshake, a hug, to touch and be touched. Touch somebody today and know I wish I could be you if just for that moment.
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