Tuesday, December 1, 2009


"'Tis the human touch in the world that counts-
the touch of your hand and mine-
Which means far more to the sinking heart
than shelter or bread or wine.
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
and bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
and the sound of the voice
live on in the soul always."

--Spencer M. Free

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