A Matter of Touch I The jackhammer sends stones of concrete flying as it screams its success at destruction into the night. A torch spews out its molten metal vapor that eats through the links of the chain. A skylight opens overhead lifting the heart up and out on a cloud of hope. A soft grass path replaces the walk of broken glass. Freedom from condemnation replaces the sentence of death. II He balances the plate on one hand while...
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