Skin (peau,) that protective layer around your heart and soul, that when touched unites the three.
Velvet. Stone. Sugar spilled on the floor stepped on underfoot. Wind blowing in your hair. Mist. Honey being poured. Hailstorm. The ropes of a swing. Someone tugging at your sleeve. Hands of time in every season touch you, leaving a message…
more than skin deep.
What lights your fire?
Where will you leave your touch today?
photo: My family…My father, mother, and nieces hands, holding each other. Sharing tenderness.
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