"It’s a gesture: Like when someone you love takes your elbow in a crowd. Like when you hold hands. Or when, late at night, you reach out your hand and catch the cup of the hipbone of your partner - just to feel the warmth, the life there. Or when somebody absentmindedly runs their fingers through your hair, like a comb, like your fairy godmother’s fingertips were on your scalp, or your mom’s, and it makes you want to cry and it makes you want to go to sleep. A palm against your cheek. Just a second, no more. But all the love in the world is there, in their palm. All the love in the universe, and all the tenderness, and all the grief, and all they beauty collect there in their hand against your cheek."
Luis Alberto Urrea, “Sanctuary”
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