'Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread last only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always. by Spencer Free
Touch someone today - you never know how long that memory will linger.
3 comments:
Love the fall colors!
I can't wait for my children to wake up so I can give them a big squeeze and smooch!
There's just something special about the smallest or lightest touch. Very nice post, Connie. Beautiful photo.
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