She came forward to meet him, and he saw the familiar fear in her eyes-a fear poignant now beyond enduring because he understood its cause. She blurred before his eyes, and he walked toward her blindly. When he came up to her, his eyes cleared, and he reached out across the years and touched her rain-wet cheek. She knew it was all right then, and the fear went away forever, and they walked home hand in hand in the rain.
( from Robert F. Young's
The Dandelion Girl. )
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