They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He who, silent, loves to be with us - he who loves us in our silence - has touched one of the keys that ravish hearts. — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
