I stepped up taking both your hands in mine
They were delicate and cold and ghostly,
Flesh against metal contacting eerily:
I flinched slightly at our standing back time.
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I just read my first Katherine Mansfield short story. What an acute finger you have in the pulse of your muse. Thank you.