Hold her hands tightly - if you want to know her. There are moments that she forgets
about herself when she wants to hold yours.
And when she holds your hands, she seems to be in a reverie which she clearly sees the azure sky, with shapeless clouds, and sun on its zenith; she seems to be under the ocean breathing freely, diving with ecstasy, calming the sea; she seems to be on the tallest branch of a gigantic tree, sight-seeing, wind blowing heavily, which her hair is dancing with the wind; and when she holds your hands - she seems to be transported instantly to somewhere which she has known for so long - that moment when you hold her hands, she has known that you are her haven.
But, if you lose your grapple with her slightly-scarred hands, you have lost as well your grasp of her coyness, and her treasured sadness.
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