Littlewing, I can comfort you: I have it on paper. I can type it anew if you don´t have it! Not today, but I will post it in your name if that´s allright.
And yes, of course it´s me. Thank you! I sure would like to see a pic of yours! You have my email, if you feel like letting me know...
This is for you, Dagi! Oh, and you, as well, Susie! Susie, thanks so much for saving this and sending it on to me. You're the best!He held my hand. He didn’t want to let go. Did he sense that our time together on Brokeback was coming to an end? Jack Twist took my hand one day, led me over streams and through fields, my hand in his, his hand in mine. We washed our bodies and our clothes holding hands, cooked with hands intertwined, ate with our hands clasped. One time Jack Twist even brought my palm to his mouth, kissed it tenderly, but didn’t let go. There we stood, face to face, Jack kissing the front and the back of my hand. My hand in his, his hand in mine. These days I am always drawn back to that time, see the two us standing watching the sunset, standing there with clasped hands. My hand in his, his hand in mine.