Monday, August 10, 2009

Hand Holding, Part One: Tentative Steps

by Blik

We went for a hike that afternoon. We didn’t call it a date, though it probably was. The view from the trail was wonderful, but melting snow made the ground slippery. I offered my hand to steady you, and you took it gratefully. Did you mind that I held on longer than I needed to?

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