Caring hands

Caring hands

“Caring hands, gentle, loving — the first touch on the touchdown to earth. The first cheeks to touch the young downy ones and the first arms to hold close. Tresses are getting longer, and then the comb comes biting a bit and clearing the clogs, but then I do not feel...
I am Beautiful even if you think I am not.

I am Beautiful even if you think I am not.

Beautiful – what is it to be beautiful, and what a strange question that is? We all know what it implies to be beautiful, and perhaps how to make ourselves beautiful.   Silky hair, or we make it so!Shapely body, or starve ourselves to reach that, or perhaps that...

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