The Soul in the Fishbowl.txt
A gentle hand guiding fingers through the water, like sticks through sand. life gains beauty, a simple fullfilling of karma's duty. that lucky soul, happy in its fishbowl. around and round the pool swirls, life full of its dark pearls.
The Hand That Feeds You
Fran would come to visit her, hold her hand, and talk to her, even though she'd known there had been a chance that her best friend hadn't been able to hear her at all.
The Hand You're Dealt
She'd have kept her hand on a hot stove element forever for them if that's what it'd taken to save their lives with all they'd meant to her.
Second-Hand Life
He stands up as if to leave, holding out a hand to stop me from following after him.
An alien helping hand.
With a flex of his enormous muscles, his wings flaring behind him as he did, the giant lifted up his hand, palm up.
Do you remember the first time we came here?
Before george knelt jonas, a ring in his hand.
Book of Particles: Silver Stream Memory 4 and 2
He cracked a small smile as i place a hand fully on his belly. "why must i?..." cardia protested but i held up my hand. "no i didn't ias. i kept it to your specifications. i did everything just as you asked," cardia interrupted.
Bright star
A careful hand beneath my head, a dark silhouette in my bed, its whispering voice, full of love, said: "i will love you, till i'm dead."
Two Lovers Alike
Eihcet slowly approached techie, combat bayonet in hand. techie fumbled with his blaster, setting it to a teleportation mode. he gave eihcet a peace sign and attempted to teleport away but alas, it backfired.
Chapter 1: Gentle Hands
Chapter 1 : gentle hands kitto mata koboreru hikari(surely the light spills forth) atatakaku tsutsunde kureru(it wraps warmly around me) genjitsu kara nigeyou to shite(as i hide away from reality) daiji na mono miushinatteru(losing sight of that
3:18 The Hand Of God
#18 of the underground part 3: parasite _parasite is the third part of the underground series_ _chapter 18 of 29_ **the hand of god** he always hated the rancid smell of dark alleyways in the lowbrow sections of cities.
Chapter Eight - Rain's Hands
Others were more rigid but had their own unique designs; they were all like works of art that the ocean's hands had crafted for anyone to see. i'd stash them away beneath my bed so no one would find them. i even managed to keep some of 'em."