A Hand

There was always something comforting about those outstretched hands - the hands of many that have come and gone. They always appeared when least expected, but also when they were needed the most. Some were passers by, others became long time friends. I remember meeting often, traversing the Kingdom together, laughing and flying high above the land. We would fight off the krill and work together to cleanse the blooms of Darkness.
Oh, how we laughed together. Cried together. Each time together, holding hands. I hope they all are well. I hope they all know I still think of them.
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