• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 05
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The need for touch

Touch, when age has chiselled the rhytids
and there is a slight pause before the duty-hardened greeting.

When even a passing winter coat will invoke the longing for
the phantom limb.

When just a clearing of your throat causes a backwards step.

A baby, although adequately fed, will die without touch.

Seen from incubator to orphanage.