Saturday, January 4, 2014

Suffering Hands | The Singer

"She looked down at the gentle,
suffering hand that held her own.
Somewhere in her swimming recol-
lection, she remembered the
same hand with infant fingers
that had clutched the ringlets of her
hair and reached to feel the
leathered face of Eastern Kings.
But he could not remember that."

--Calvin Miller's The Singer p.40

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