- a death row inmate's embrace
- a boa constrictor wrapping itself around my forearm
- the first flutter of movement in my womb
- a campfire's warmth on my backside
- the freshly burred head of a young boy
- petting a moray eel in Moorea
- tree sap on my fingers, legs, hair
- a child's trusting hand in mine
- dolphins propelling me through the water
- plucking fragile cicada shells from trees with my grandmother
- the merest brush with a potential lover
- the contrast between the softness right above a dog's nose and the nose itself
- black sand between my toes
- a patient cow's teat in my hand
- an icicle on my tongue
- cradling a mewing baby white tiger in my arms
- stones brilliantly pieced together by the Inca
- living coral beneath the sea
- my baby nursing contentedly
- bitingly cold air in my lungs
- my blind grandfather's hand on my arm
- the sun's heat on my face
- gingerly holding a blowfish in my hands
The ability to feel makes life meaningful and memorable.
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