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In that casual touch she had found memories of past days, for it was a familiar hand. The most familiar of all, she dare think. So many times she had held it and it, though foreign, made her feel at home.
Unsure whether it had been five seconds or ten minutes or an eternity or nothing, she stood that way, lost in the limbo that was her mind, wandering through old times and new places. For the hand had changed, it was smaller, colder, older.
Her pupils dilated when she found her thought and a small tear rolled down her cheek as she dared look up.