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Tribe There once was a tribe who believed the touch of their old would steal the youth from the young and shorten their life.Tribe by ~venusmantrap
No grandmother ever held their grandchild in their arms, no grandfather ever hugged their child's child.
Every precaution was taken so no accidental touch would occur, until their lives became a strange dance, punctuated by the bells they wore on their ankles; silvery, tiny ones for the youth, and deep, sombre ones for the old. With each step the bells would sound, warning, cautioning, and the rhythm of them paced their lives.
But that was a long time ago, and far away, and the tribe is no more.
This story was told to m