As a young girl, Emily had always been fascinated by her grandmother's gentle touch. Whenever she was upset, her grandmother's soft hand on her shoulder always brought comfort. As she grew older, she began to understand the true magic of touch. It wasn't just about physical sensation, but about the emotional and spiritual connection it created. When her grandmother passed away, Emily felt lost and alone, but then she felt her grandmother's touch, warm and comforting. She knew then that the bond between them was forever, and that her grandmother's love and magic would always be with her.
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The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesa day ago in Fiction
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