The department sat down for the annual Christmas lunch at the local hotel. You were wearing a holiday-red skirt. You sat at the next table, eating in my view. Ripping open a roll, you buttered twice. I heard a new laugh and I looked up to see your beaming, open mouth, engaged in a beautiful exhale of happiness. I wondered when I would see you again.
A Thousand Healing Hands
14 years ago
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