quiet touches in a noisy world
Theres something about getting older that nobody tells you. The silence. Not just the quiet round the house after Margaret passed but the deep silence of skin not being touched. Whole weeks go by and
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Theres something about getting older that nobody tells you. The silence. Not just the quiet round the house after Margaret passed but the deep silence of skin not being touched. Whole weeks go by and
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