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12/26/2004: "Embraces"

I am a hug slut. My life is an open book and on each page hugs are liberally dispensed and promiscuously received. Most of them are as innocent as a child's prayer; affectionate but not at all sensual. Some are expressions of deep concern, or solidarity,or acts of burden-sharing. Some are greetings to the prodigal, and some are just greetings. With a few, the outward contact carries within it a hidden meaning, a more private summons. At Christmas midnight I received -- but who is the giver, who the taker, of a hug or a kiss? -- a hug that was, to all appearances as holiday wish, but then it held for a moment, and took on more meaning, became a question, then an invitation. Family-friendly as far as the public was concerned, but undoubtedly with adult content.