Touch

It’s not

a matter of

how little

or how much,

but only

of how well

we touch.

7 thoughts on “Touch”

aayoung on November 15, 2017 at 5:08 pm said:

I love touching well and often. Beautiful.

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- Bill Friday on November 16, 2017 at 5:38 pm said:
  
  If you can’t touch well, touch often. If you can’t touch often, touch well. If you can touch well AND often, touch all the fucking time ❤
  
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footloosedon on November 15, 2017 at 5:13 pm said:

You said it, Bill. Sweet.

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- Bill Friday on November 16, 2017 at 5:39 pm said:
  
  Thank you, Don. Sometimes seventeen words are worth a thousand.
  
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Angela van Son on November 17, 2017 at 2:16 am said:

The thought that entered my mind is “I’ve lost my touch”. Luckily not with all people, but I have some touching to do. Thank you.

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TooFullToWrite on December 14, 2017 at 11:44 pm said:

Very touching Bill. (I’m sure you are screaming right now at all the touch puns). When it comes to touch, I’ll take quality over quantity every time, otherwise I feel like I’m being mauled by a tiger (which might actually be appealing to some).

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