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a hand
a dirty, wrinkled hand reaching out
so that i can grab on
such a simple thing...
just a hand....
but i grab it, and i am pulled to safety
was it the hand that saved me?
or was it the kind, helping mind that decided to stretch theirs out to me?
I ran my hand over my sand-covered scalp, running my fingers through my salty, dry hair. I looked over out at the sunset and sighed. Serenity.
I ran down the beach, feeling the warm sand in between my toes. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and choked on my tears. I put my hand on my forehead. Hot. I cooled my cheeks by pressing them into my shoulders. I looked out at the horizon, took a deep breath, and then started bawling again.
magic, in a metal box.
makes anything hot, even pasta, with a special device.
heat your meat
anything you can eat
this appliance is a must
it cooks like a chef, but more robust
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