Two microcosms that Connect

I like the art of holding hands.

"Even though my brain was a mess, what kept my soul whole was the warmth of the hands holding mine on both sides."

"They were not holding hands, but their shadows were"

"Sometimes, reaching out and holding someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. at other times, it is allowing another to take yours."

"Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand."

"Once I had her hand, I never wanted to let go of her."

"Nothing, I learned, brings you into the present quite like holding hands. The past seemed irrelevant; the future, unnecessary."

Sometimes you just have to hold each other's hands and walk through it all.