I see him in my palm, a small tarsier listening to the sounds around him. His long, delicate fingers and his immense eyes looking at me, questioning what I am. His compact figure, soft and timid. His small, subtle nose smelling the air around him, trying to figure out his surroundings. He clings to my palm with a firm, but nervous grip, trusting, but uncertain of my intentions.
~Amy
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Sweet, Amy. You described it really well! It was such an unusual creature, so you really decribed it great!!
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