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“I close my eyes and remember, through the noise, her scent; powdery, elegant, safe, strong, the scent of unconditional love. I look down and see her delicate hands, their skin so thin I can faintly see their veins, her nails round, soft and clear. Yet these are the hands that have hed me, carried me, talked to me. They carassed me, they walked me to school, and I held on to them when I was scared. Oh, how I miss them. What I would give to feel them running through my hair… in my sleep, once more.” Sean Hepburn Ferrer

“I close my eyes and remember, through the noise, her scent; powdery, elegant, safe, strong, the scent of unconditional love. I look down and see her delicate hands, their skin so thin I can faintly see their veins, her nails round, soft and clear. Yet these are the hands that have hed me, carried me, talked to me. They carassed me, they walked me to school, and I held on to them when I was scared. Oh, how I miss them. What I would give to feel them running through my hair… in my sleep, once more.” Sean Hepburn Ferrer

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