Lo sorprendente era que sus pequeñas manos delicadas se tocaban, sus dedos de mono se inclinaban entre sí. Estaba claro que era este pequeño toque sostenido el que les permitió dormir. Mientras se tocaron, pudieron soltar. Envidié su confianza y simplicidad. No hubo ninguna de las pretensiones humanas en la independencia. Claramente se necesitaban para experimentar la paz. Uno se agitó pero no se despertó, y el otro, mientras dormía, mantuvo los dedos conmovedores. Qué profundamente gratificante de la vida del tacto.

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(What was amazing was that their small delicate hands were touching, their monkey fingers leaning into each other. It was clear that it was this small sustained touch that allowed them to sleep. As long as they were touching, they could let go. I envied their trust and simplicity. There was none of the human pretense at independence. They clearly needed each other to experience peace. One stirred but didn't wake, and the other, in sleep, kept their fingers touching. How deeply rewarding the life of touch.)