My arms were taken away from me, she sang.
I was punished for clinging. I clutched all those I loved; I clutched at the lovely moments of life; my hands closed upon every full hour. My arms were always tight and craving to embrace.
I wanted to embrace and hold the light, the wind, the sun, the night, the whole world.
I wanted to caress, to heal, to rock, to lull, to surround, to encompass. And I strained and I held so much that they broke; they broke away from me. Everything eluded me then.
I was condemned not to hold.

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