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All I know About It I have held hands so many times in my life. Hands cradled there, vulnerable as the truth on the lips of a liar; hands whose only comfort lie in the moment, a temporary stay against the execution of parting. A living sculpture of the passion of calm. It is this simple act, the holding of hands, that has taught me what little I know of love... I just wanted you to know that when I hold your hand and you hold mine we are grasping, for the moment, all there is to know about love. |
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