He heard the words reach, touch – and longing stirred his hand – to close the gap, to know. And yet – could he reach, touch, dare he thrust his hand? could he not? And if he touched – what would he meet? being’s own dear fabric torn? or light condensed in pain to flesh? -Tom Ravetz
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