holding hands

“can you take a picture of us holding hands? just like this one, taken ten years ago, when we got married.”

and i am as happy behind my lens as those children running barefoot in the summer grass.

and i put my hand on my heart, my wounded heart, and i tell it to feel what my eyes see.

and my eyes.

they see him picking wild flowers for her, her hands reaching for his, children wrapping themselves around them.

witnessing love is the most healing thing.

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