woensdag 19 december 2012

Hands


She walked into my life. Just like that. I remember her arrival, she was straight-backed and clear-eyed, like the world was something to discover, not to fear.
She took my hand. Hers were often cold and easy to numb, mine itching with energy. We learned how to give and receive, called each other strong-hearted and strong-willed. She left, but we didn't let go. This went beyond friendship. It was about exchanging information, without question, without doubt.
When she came back I took her by the hand.
To take someone's hand and from then on walk together. Just like that.

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