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.
by Mark Nepo
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In this passage, the author reflects on the touching connection between two individuals, observing how their delicate hands are intertwined. This simple contact between them is portrayed as a source of comfort and peace that allows them to surrender to sleep. Their touch symbolizes a deep trust and reliance on one another, contrasting with the complexities of human independence and pretense. It suggests that real peace can often be found in close relationships where emotional support and trust exist.

The author expresses a sense of envy towards their uncomplicated bond, highlighting the profound impact that touch can have on one's well-being. This moment illustrates the idea that human beings are inherently social creatures and often need each other to achieve tranquility. The image of one person stirring without waking while still maintaining contact with the other serves to emphasize the depth of their connection and the fulfillment that comes from such intimate interactions.

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