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She took my hand in hers, as she often did, a gesture that I had grown to find comfort in. It seemed right, the way that our hands fit together, it seemed like the day wasn't complete if we didn't hold hands for a minute or two, at least once during the day. I guess that that probably sounds strange or unusual, but if you've ever been in the same position, you know what I'm talking about.
"There’s another one!" she said, pointing to the sky.
I didn't see it because I was looking at the way that the wind was blowing just a few strands of hair at a time across her face. I noticed that the sun had lightened her hair a lot in some places, and she had blonde streaks running all throughout it now. We’d spent a lot of time outdoors during our travels, and she rarely wore a head covering of any type, though handkerchiefs were popular at the time. Some of her hairs went into her mouth as she spoke, and she removed them with precise fingers.
She took her hand back after a minute or two, and leaned forward onto the wrought iron railings, putting her weight on her forearms. She put her hands together and looked over at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, just making sure of you," she answered.
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