[this time, it's her reaching out for his hand, a gentle brush of fingers against his knuckles. since when did she allow herself to become so physically affectionate? geez. . .]
Pain and suffering a part of being alive. Amidst all that. . . good things can grow.
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[this time, it's her reaching out for his hand, a gentle brush of fingers against his knuckles. since when did she allow herself to become so physically affectionate? geez. . .]
Pain and suffering a part of being alive. Amidst all that. . . good things can grow.