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Hands Quotes - Page 353

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.12, Macmillan

I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.

P.G. Wodehouse (2000). “How Right You Are, Jeeves”, p.12, Simon and Schuster